The Crook
It’s half past midnight and there is again an existing creep
Visually obscured but couldn’t get a sleep
Frightfully terrified trying horribly to get a peep
Scared of looking even but have to breathe deep
The dogs all over began to woof
Jittered nervously could hardly even move
Suddenly cringed but have to have a proof
At last, of all people it was her all along, the crooked goof
Copyright © Ann-Aisha Hamjali | Year Posted 2007
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