Hans Gruber

Hans Gruber was a serious man,
Down the rocky road of life he ran,
Once he in earnest prayed,
Wanting to be well paid,
A raise sought at a party his plan

But John McClane was an evil cop,
Solicitation by Hans he'd stop,
When they met face to face,
McClane put Hans in place,
By giving him a karate chop.

Poor Hans began to woefully cry,
For the assault, he begged to know why,
His pleas John did ignore,
Threw him from the twelfth floor,
Quipping, "I sure hope you can fly!"

Hans Gruber rests silently in his grave,
McClane lied to make his deeds sound brave,
The false story he told,
To Hollywood he sold,
Hides how John McClane did misbehave.

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