Thief Poem by Dominic Isaia

Thief



Fiddle around to find the key
See the doorknob, let it be
Through the window, that's safer, I bet
Keep thinking of the riches you'll get
With great apprehension you enter the house
A creepy old place with the smell of a mouse
Now it begins, the hunt for a box
Beware of the dangers, unlock the locks
Walk across you hear the creak
With every step you hear a squeak
Oh no, now what do you hear?
The click of a gun catches your ear
Get out before you die
Too late, bang, goodbye

Friday, June 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: horror
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