Jake Smith


The Thief - Poem by Jake Smith

It was the dead of night on a snowy day on fleet street.
The ally ways where as dark and tarifing as a black cat on friday the 13th. In this dark ally way there was this creature that never

sleeps, never eats, It's just there waiting to give a good scare.
This so called creature is no human. It lerks in the deepest parts of the
night waiting to steal, waiting to kill. If you're lucky, he'll let you go but on

his part he loves to make you scream, It pleases him so. As you twist and kick, he will bite you a bit. Till your money is drand. He will be happy when he is done but he will come back for some fun,

'The Thief'


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 27, 2008


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