Saturday, December 7, 2013

The Village Burglar By Anonymous


Under the spreading gooseberry bush,
the village burglar lies,
The burglar is a hairy man
with whiskers round his eyes.
He goes to church on Sundays,
He hears the Parson shout,
He puts a penny in the plate
and takes a shilling out.


Kate Virginia Barefoot Hargis said...

a poem is a fiction, a reflection that contains both small facts and imaginations.

people can assume, but keep your thoughts inside.

if you let your nazi spirit show in the court room, you are doing bad deed to yourself, and to your enemy.

bad things go back to you in circle period of time.

we must arm us with wisdom and lawful thoughts, keep going strong, and stay uplifting.

Abbey Michael Boyle Blount Fallin said...