The Thomas Crown Affair
I am very well aware
of the Thomas Crown affair.
As I sit here in my chair
running fingers through my hair.
Now I solemnly declare
that it certainly is not fair.
So I really do not dare
to pretend I do not care.
For though I may despair
and haven’t got a prayer
of having any share
in the Thomas Crown Affair.
I find I have a flair
for making people care
exactly what they wear
when strolling through the square.
On their way to anywhere
unless they stop and stare
at a window filled with glare
or a multi-millionaire.
If you feel you must repair
to a place with weather fair,
you can ride upon a mare
she will surely take you there.
You can feast on tasty fare
such as eggs and ham or hare
or steak that’s very rare.
It will all be great I swear.
Then, come see me in my lair,
it’s best that you prepare
or you’re bound to get a scare
when you meet my big black bear.
I call him Robespierre
for that’s his nom de guerre
but for those of you who care
I have a truth to share.
It was really Robespierre
who with tender loving care
upon the taking of a dare
devised the Thomas Crown affair.
Copyright © Robert Miller | Year Posted 2010
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