Tuesday, January 5, 2021

The Porch Thief.

 



Sneaking in the dead of day,

stealing all my stuff away.

Trusting to black luck and truck

with a driver prone to stray.

Footage of your depredations

shall be broadcast to all nations --

as with Cain your name is muck. 




The poet's life is quiet;

aloof yet quite serene.

His manner of greeting

is hearty, but fleeting.

And won't include treating --

for he hasn't got a bean.



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