Theft Poem by Jim O'Donnell
Theft
In the darkness all alone
Its skin is made of steel and chrome
We worry not it’s locked up tight
Till someone creeps up in the night
And takes it without the owner’s wright
Speeding away in the dark
And burning it in a deserted park
The owner wakes up in the morn
To find that his car has gone
He phones the police to report the theft
He is just one of thousands in this mess
18 01 1996
Chellaston
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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