Poem -


They smuggled in goods they were not supposed to do 
Contraband items they would sell on to me and to you 
They tried everything they could to bring in their wares 
All of the time wary of the custom officials stares 

If a smuggler got caught he would end up in jail
No chance of parole and no chance of bail 
How things have changed from those smuggling days 
Where free trade now seems to be the latest craze 

Let's not forget the smuggler both brave and bold 
If it wasn't for them this story would not be told