Little Bandits
Little bandits raid my trash,
hiding behind their little masks.
The rascals have themselves a bash,
leaving me to clean up the aftermath.
I turn on the lights and off they dash,
scurrying into the night in a flash,
but all will return back very soon.
They know I have a special fondness for the raccoon.
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2015
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