Witch Thief
To the one who stole the witch?
May your fingers easily twitch?
Your style and grace stinks.
May you spill all your drinks.
To be so daringly cheap,
Being such a lousy creep,
When you steal another choice,
You hear the lawman’s voice.
Are you sure, you weren’t caught.
By a hidden camera, I sought.
If you should choose, to return,
This witch of my concern,
The curse shall be revoked.
And jail you will not be poked.
You think you got away, without moan.
You think you are unknown.
Hidden cameras are all around you see.
Not known by anyone, other than me,
Technology is great, cleverly disguised.
I will wait until something greater demised.
Thieves are predictable and unwise.
Look over your shoulder, for a surprise.
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2010
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