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Sticky Fingers McRaccoon

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Sticky Fingers McRaccoon

The belle of the ball and most frightening of all is Sticky Fingers McRaccoon.
He knows how to win, and how to get in, with his gang, of crazy ragamuffins.
He’s never invited, but won’t ever be slighted, as he comes along, for a crime.
And the birthday bash, yes, that he did crash… for a fun filled jolly old time.

We kept our eyes, on him, all the time, but found later, we’d been bamboozled.
As we watched him, someone broke in, and our shiny bobbles, had been hustled.
We were humbled to know, we’d been treated so, and vowed to get vengeance.
Instead of making a fuss, we got FunkunDilly, to follow him home, in silence.

You see, a squirrel can climb, and see, from way up in the trees, to reconnoiter.
Not only our goods, but all other’s too, were caught quite true, with our ardor...
While Sticky Fingers McRaccoon, slept with joyous dreams, of glorious plunder.
But when he woke up, he was surrounded by Trolls, with faces meaner than badgers.

Now violence is not what we sought, rather a job, that would suit them, quite well.
His plunder now gone, and clubs close in Troll hands, he agreed to, our bombshell.
He and his gang, were bespelled, by our neighbor witch, to forever live in Las Vegas.
With Trolls to supervise, a Magic McRaccoon Show, would be totally, tremendous.

McRaccoon wasn’t mean, he’d just lost his dreams, you see, that were so wonderous.
Now he was free, to make a great dream, in a way that was so bubbly, and contagious.
Siegfried and Roy, look out my boys, McRaccoon is on his way, to massive greatness.
All because he stole Lilly’s toys, and FunkunDilly had brought down their crimes, demise.

There would now be magical shows, where the front seats, would be ours, to plunder.
Trolls would arrive, to help at all times, as friends they all slowly, became, forever.

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  1. Date: 10/18/2012 11:49:00 AM
    Ha!Ha!..So McRaccoon steals like the crow..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..Thanks for stopping by my blog about Jack's father's illness..I will let him know that you stopped by with well wishes..Sara

  1. Date: 10/18/2012 5:07:00 AM
    Lovely tale weaved into this piece of poetry. Well narrated too. enjoyed reading. Thanks for stopping by.

  1. Date: 10/17/2012 6:14:00 PM
    This is such an awesome write which I enjoy reading this morning my dear Carol. Thank you so much for sharing this fascinating story and your congratulatory comments on my wins! Have a wonderful time/day always! hugs:)LG

  1. Date: 10/17/2012 7:39:00 AM
    As Michael Falotico said, "You are a great story teller!" I second, third and fourth the motion!

  1. Date: 10/16/2012 6:47:00 PM
    Inspiration is a two way street:-) Btw, is it FunkunDilly or Funkendilly?

    Eastman Avatar Carol Eastman
    Date: 10/16/2012 7:27:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Found a few typos. Thanks. FunkunDilly.
  1. Date: 10/16/2012 5:31:00 PM
    You are a great story teller!! Very enjoyed. Thank you so much for all your wonderful comments today. Brought many smiles. Luv Michael

  1. Date: 10/16/2012 4:59:00 PM
    Love the story and characters of Funkundilly and Sticky Fingers McRaccoon! When are you going to write a book?

  1. Date: 10/16/2012 1:44:00 PM
    A pleasure to read .. a new troll poems even today Carol. - I think, you sit with your computer with many cute troll around you when writing your wonderful poem. :) - Have a nice afternoon. - oxox love Anne-Lise :)