The Hello Kitty Burglar Poem by Robin Bennett

I'm still traveling the high road-
seems you and your
bitterly, yellow tart
are stuck on that
lowly path to
dullsville.

I imagine it's charming to have
a girlfriend who still skips
and carries a " hello kitty"
backpack. Perfect for
storing what is
left of your
dignity.

Even with her obnoxious
fuzzy slippers, it's still
so very easy to hear
her creep up
from behind.
Poised to steal
the candy, like
the baby she is.

There was nothing really
between us, until she showed
up. So take your hard hat
hearts, while I grab a front
row seat for the
inevitable crash
and burn.