Theft Poem by Phil Soar

Theft



The clock that hung upon the wall,
The portrait hung beside it
The jewels she kept behind the shelf
A real poor place to hide it
For me it was quite easy
To fill my bag of swag
She left the door wide open
While she stood and smoked a fag (cigarette)

Thursday, July 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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