Thackeray thatch

Thackeray thatch he'd steal
Through the night,
They never could catch.
The gentleman thief,
A scoundrel at that.

He'd steal a kiss,
From a maiden so fair.
Even her tiara,
That's fixed in her hair.

He never took more,
Than he could carry.
Never stole a wench,
In case they should

As for his stealing scruples,
He didn't have any.
He'd steal from the rich,
Their diamond's and rubles.

But if he found, You were
down on your luck.
He'd treat you to ale,
As well as some grub.

And although they all tried,
They never could catch.
That gentleman's thief,
Known as Thackeray thatch.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-17 at 11:12

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An admirable chap it seems