The Thief
One day, a petty thief
Stole a piece of bread.
She dashed away in a spiff
“Stop her!”, the trader yelled.
Along came a couple who,
Upon hearing the trader’s shout,
Broke into a run too
Until they grabbed the thief by her snout.
Then came a policeman,
Who saw the angry mob holding the criminal
He said: “Off to the cooling can
We go.” The bread in hand, pieces of it in his dentals.
Copyright © Henry Ategie | Year Posted 2023
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