Asleep one night in bed he laid
With his home in security made
But his bedroom window was open
As a hot night it was hard to be copping
When a young felon decided to break in
Creeping in the window without any din
The owner woke up and sprang into action
With the felon half in a window a fraction
He grabbed a hammer and swung it about
Hitting and knocking the felon back a clout
So the felon ran off holding his head
And we attended looking for his trail led
It was obvious to us all on that day
With the blood trail leading away
The hammer connection was hard
And the felon was heavily jarred
But until this day he never was found
Treating himself and going to ground.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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