Crook

Crook! She stole my guidebook, my pink Ray-Bans, my outlook — it’s grim. The schnook snatched my Diamonte fountain pen. She took my attaché case filled with cash. Forsook my manners — she’s in my grip. A sirloin meat hook indubitably-yes or to pressure-cook. I turned her upside-down and shook A nearby copper brings us in after he has a look. The judge closed the book on me. Called me a crook… that schnook! 8/5/2019

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 8/10/2019 6:16:00 PM

As soon as I got to copper I pictured a big copper pot, and was pretty weirded out that I had to read the comments to figure out what it meant.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 8/6/2019 9:22:00 PM

Sounds like this crook had her goose cooked! … Believe it or not, (and you should really believe it): When I first read this I read 'copper' as the metal and was totally confused. Seniorities strikes again. LOL. Best wishes, gw

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 8/6/2019 10:01:00 PM

I meant to put coppers in italics...sorry for the confusion! ;)

Sandra Adams

Date: 8/6/2019 11:38:00 AM

we were just discussing how the table turns beneath the bends of crooks at work yesterday, so i got a giggle from this poetic gem....clever write! :)

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 8/6/2019 1:47:00 PM

Yay! Thank you :)

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 8/6/2019 8:28:00 AM

Who doesn't hate this when it happens dearest, Kim? Hilarious writing my friend!

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 8/6/2019 9:18:00 AM

Thank you, sweet friend!

Kevin Shaw

Date: 8/5/2019 5:21:00 PM

Oh dear tables turned, good little monorhyme with humour, regards Kevin xx

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 8/6/2019 4:40:00 AM

Thank you, Kevin!