Cozy in bed,
Late at night,
Hearing a noise,
He crept in fright,
He bumped into him,
A thief stood there,
Stealing some things,
And thinking it fair,
'Pardon, dear chap,
You steal what I own,
Do you mind leaving?
For this is my home, '
'Sorry, good man,
I'm not yet done,
I need these things,
For I have none, '
The man who sized up,
This moonlit marked fool,
Wore a devious smile,
With a dripping of drool,
'You should be warned,
You leave my house be,
For I am a cannibal,
My snacks are tasty, '
The thief kept on,
But leapt in pain,
And soon was gone,
But tasted plain,
So do not steal,
For you never know,
Who wants a meal,
And wants you (to-go) .
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