365 Poems in 365 Days: Heist

We have a tricky heist to plot
And see the information - there's quite a lot
I have had a look at all the plans
And read the dossiers of every man
The boxes are carried from vault to truck
Absolutely nothing is left to luck
The vault is sealed with a thousand tumblers
And closes itself to be immune to bunglers
The bars on the window are so very real
And the basement encased in concrete and steel
Closed by unbreakable locks
The weakness, I think, is in the guards lunchbox

Number 298 is about plotting a heist.