light fingered lightbulb thief
stole all our bulbs, which gave us grief
lucky we had a stash way beneath
some still worked, which was a relief
Here he comes
That little man
Nattily dressed
Spick and span
His funny accent
A dead giveaway
He won't get me
No, not today!
He's clever though
But not more than I
He does not know
How much I lie
I've tricked him well
For years and years
He thinks I'm thick
Wet 'tween the ears
It suits me well
To play the stooge
While on the side
My crimes are huge
Gold and jewels
My stock in trade
I'm light fingered
Fortunes I've made
So I play the game
A friend of Poirot
I am Hastings...
Poirots' my foe
As red musk fragrance from the steamed en suite
escapes to her boudoir
from oil essential jar
a silken nightie trimmed with lace complete
she slips light-fingered on to flawless skin
then she adjusts the light
soft glowing for the night
with graceful movements lifts the sheets, turns in.
Then on the pillow she lays down her head
relieved to leave behind
the weight of weary mind
the balm of slumber she will seek instead.
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Enclosed Rhyme contest
Hosted by Dear Heart
Placed 6th
27th September 2018
Light-fingered Louie
was at it again
this morning.
Wished he would
have a real job
and not be
a pick pocket
type of person.
Sometimes he leaves
me alone, he goes
shoplifting instead.
Here he comes again
wished I could tell
him to get his,
hand out of my
pocket, my master
whoever they may
be today does
not like it
gone bit.
wrote 4-11-07
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