Treasure Trove Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

Lock down Limping Grove.
PIRATES have stolen the treasure trove.
I know all about the garden shed.
How you hide and make your bed.

WATCHING with a whimsical stare, he replied
'I know nothing of these TRAVESTIES.'
Here are some facts you may not know:
Tedious TEASING tussles to taste the TRUTH.

Merciless MUSING knows what TREASURES you
Have stolen. Then, you will not continue
To repose.
Tell where you have roved lest I will
Lance you with this BLADE to obtain the JEWELS
You have sought.


Real EXCEPTIONAL TREASURES can not be
Bought. Drop your sack where you stand. Do
This as I demand. A search of the sack
Revealed nothing familiar.

As he made a hasty EXIT a telling jingle was
Heard.
PRICELESS GOES THE NINES WITH FEARLESS YOU
IN MIND.