THIEF
You stole this from my pocket
You stole this from my shop
You stole this as I woke
Because you had stolen into my sleep
You stole this from my flag ship
And flew my flag
And skippered my hardship
You stole this squib from my pockets
And showed it to the people
I didn’t want to read it
You stole my favourite words
Which has given me heart burn
You stole trouble
You stole bubble and stubble
You stole huddle, cuddle, double, mumble and juggle, and
You stole wobble
You stole “stroke my stubble”
What can I put in the window now?
What can I buy from the shop?
What can I take to my dreams?
What can I wake up to?
What can I hang from my mast?
You stole this from my pocket.
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