One day did wandered an old thief into town <br />but all knew what he was up to <br />That kind of word got around. <br /> <br />Towns folk locked their windows <br />and double latched their doors. <br />Placed all their riches in brown bags <br />hid them under their kitchen floors. <br /> <br />But this man of age, was good at his craft <br />he carried all he needed for thieving <br />in the packs on his back. <br /> <br />While the towns folk slept <br />the old thief then began. <br />Grabbing and stealing, whatever he could and he can. <br /> <br />First he stole the towns dog <br />then he stole the towns cat <br />then if that weren't enough <br />he stole their only town rat! <br /> <br />The bakers shop, was next on his list <br />he stole all the cakes and every chocolaty chip. <br />Butchered the butchers shop, in one swift swipe <br />he stole all their livers and all of their tripe! <br /> <br />Then he went to the hospital, at the East end of town <br />he stole all their bed pans and hospital gowns! <br />You could hear him proclaim as he road out of town <br />'I might be an old thief, but I'm the best thief around! '<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-thief/
