Out-Burgled

Benny was a burglar and thought he was plenty smart,

Made breaking into houses look just like a work of art,

Though ‘danger’ was his business and his brav’ry you’d surmise,
When he robbed the Harveys, he was in for a surprise.

He got through their security. He laughed, t’was child’s play,

The kind that he could slip right through on any given day!

And when he saw the treasures there on shelves and tables stacked,

He licked his lips, got out his case and started in to pack.

He hadn’t packed a dozen things, when, from the darkness there,

A voice spoke very quietly and gave him quite a scare,

Unthinking, he said, “What?” and turned about to find out who,

The voice, it came again, it said, “Jesus is watching you.”

Ol’ Benny smiled and answered, “Well He’s watching all the time.

“And to this point, He hasn’t punished me for all my crimes!”

And he went back to packing. But the voice, it came again,

“Jesus is still watching you.” Ben said a word profane.

He flashed his light around the room and then a bird he saw,

Blinking in the light, it gripped a perch with tiny claws.

“Is your name Jesus? Yours the voice?” Ben asked it, narrow-eyed.

The bird just shivered, bird-il-y, and puffed its chest with pride.

“Well Jesus may be watching and will punish me someday,

“But, frankly, future reprimand 'don’t' fill me with dismay.

“So just you mind your business, bird, and I will mind mine, too,

“And maybe we’ll discuss this more when all my work is through!”

But still the bird repeated, “Jesus watches, He’s alarmed!”

Before too long, Ben felt like threat’ning him with fatal harm.

He chose some treasures, grabbed and stuffed and soon was near the end,

He sighed a little with relief, this bird was NOT a friend!

And then he heard a growl that made him shiver in his shoes,

And filled him with alarm and caused goosebumps on his tattoos!

A giant dog stepped from the shadows. Ben was stuck for words,

Then the featherhead spoke up, “Meet Jesus,” said the bird.

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we all besought,

To try to make the week begin

With pleasant thoughts,

Perhaps a grin?

So all of us, together, we

Have crafted poems for you to see.

And now you’ve read what we have wrought…

Did we help?

Or did we not?

Jenny

Charlotte

Mimi

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