Pickpocket

Light-Fingered Louie
was at it again
this morning.

Wished he would
have a real job,
and not be,
a pickpocket
type of person.

Sometimes he leaves
me alone he goes
shoplifting instead.

Here he comes again
wished I could tell
him to get his,

hand out of my
pocket, my master
whoever they may
be today does
not like it
one bit.


(4-11-07)

poem by Jim FoulkReport problemRelated quotes
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