Burglars of Blood
Oh, Heavans! Where's my wallet?
And my set of keys?
Don't you know ...my toothbrush too!
I'm missing all of these
Once again it's belly down
A-searchin' I must go
For all these precious items
Are stashed in some place low
I've purchased toys and trinkets
All designed to please
But what they treasure most
Are, sure, none of these!
Lipsticks, pens, combs, and brushes
A sock, a shoe, a hair barrette
Each stash is quite well stocked
With all that they can get
Then comes the weekly dragnet
A shake down, shag-out bust
Out comes the mighty Hoover
For cleaning is a must!
But once the raid is over
And the Hoover gone away
I scatter all these stollen goods
Just so my thieves can play
One by one each stolen piece
Is carted off and hidden
Arranged just so, as before
The best things are the most forbidden!
Then thier little ferret faces
Our peeking out to see
That what they've stolen most
Is the very heart of me!
by Alice Mrugala
You can e-mail me at:FATnPLENTY@aol.com
