On your way out Do not pout Nay slow not tarry ye heathen I've known long of your thievin. Betrayed I was By a boy of round eyes and peach fuzz.
Taken my prizes were By a child with a leopard's purr. Twas in night much as this That his presence I did miss. For gone was he Out the window did he flee
The scoundrel, rapscallion, fool, For Twas beneath the window, a frozen pool. Through the ice did he go And a scream did he throw.
Fore drowning did he That one what stole from me.
My brother and I have been exchanging silly poems and this was one I came up with that I rather liked