'Old Thief' Poem by Linda Winchell

One day did wandered an old thief into town
but all knew what he was up to
That kind of word got around.

Towns folk locked their windows
and double latched their doors.
Placed all their riches in brown bags
hid them under their kitchen floors.

But this man of age, was good at his craft
he carried all he needed for thieving
in the packs on his back.

While the towns folk slept
the old thief then began.
Grabbing and stealing, whatever he could and he can.

First he stole the towns dog
then he stole the towns cat
then if that weren't enough
he stole their only town rat!

The bakers shop, was next on his list
he stole all the cakes and every chocolaty chip.
Butchered the butchers shop, in one swift swipe
he stole all their livers and all of their tripe!

Then he went to the hospital, at the East end of town
he stole all their bed pans and hospital gowns!
You could hear him proclaim as he road out of town
'I might be an old thief, but I'm the best thief around! '