The Tale of a Thwarted Thief

This is a humorous poem where Sammy comes to burgle a home but finds that the messy house bites back.
The house was dark.
The cars were all gone.
When Sammy D. Henchman
Came along.

With a tinkling of glass
The window broke.
He slipped inside
Like a whiff of smoke.

His stealthy steps
Were calm as a tomb
Until the drums fell
With a great big BOOM.

He stood stock still
Listening for alarms,
But all was quiet.
He smiled with charm.

He continued along
As in blind man's bluff,
But it was like wading through
A river of stuff.

Clothes lay like snakes
Across the floor.
Toys tripped him up
Should I say more?

He stepped on a can
And almost fell,
But he caught himself
By grabbing a bell.

By the time he made it
To the hall
His nerves were jangled;
His skin, it crawled.

He thought in the hall
He'd be just fine,
But he didn't count on
The ball of twine

That created a web
From knob to knob
Making him sigh
And almost sob.

When he got through
The tangled mess
He stopped in the mens' room
To relieve his stress,

But as he walked in
He slipped and he fell
In the puddle of shampoo
And, boy, did he yell.

And that is when
He heard the kids shout,
"Someone's in the house!
Get out! Get out!"

Sammy had to smile
'cause he still had time
To grab a little something
And out the window, climb.

He hadn't reckoned
On Bobby and Bill
Who came charging at him
With a chilling thrill.

One had a bat.
One had a pan
When he saw them coming,
Sammy just ran.

Then all of a sudden
The lights came on
Lighting his way
As in a song.

What did he see,
that thwarted thief?
A great big dog--
let me be brief.

Sammy flew out the window
like a bird in the sky
but dropped like a rock
on the other side.
Two stories down
Sammy came
and wouldn't you know it?
It began to rain.

The pool broke his fall,
but Sammy couldn't swim.
A teenager shouted,
"Go help him!"

Billy pulled him out
with his trusty bat.
Bobby hit him on the head,
laid him out flat

The dog stood guard
'til the police arrived.
Sammy wondered
How he ever survived.

So moms don't fret
About clutter and briefs.
Remember good old Sammy
The Thwarted Thief.
   By Stacy Fileccia
Published: 12/14/2008
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