My Father being a Thief is just to much to bare,
I can't believe it to be true and it's driving me spare.
For he's earning his living on a Motorway,
And I can't bring it to mind that he's stealing each day-
But one look in his Room and the Signs are all there.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 18th, 2026 16:07
- Comment from author about the poem: I'm thinking of going to a Fancy dress ball as a Giant Screwdriver. That should turn some Heads when I arrive.
- Category: Humor
- Views: 13
- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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Comments3
I can see his room with all the traffic signs and paraphernalia, witches hats and roadwork signs etc.!
Yes , thank you. And for Reading.
Most welcome Kevin🕊️🙏
A fun read nicely written
Thank you. I always find Limericks easier to do.
More fun. Other types of Poams are a 'Two Pipe Problem'. Thank you for your message.
You are most welcome. You are a fast smoker most of my poems are three to four pipes
Kevin, haha, you got me with this one. I spent the first half wondering where on earth it was going, only to arrive at the punchline and immediately grin. Nicely played, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you for Reading. Appreciate it. And the fave. 🚗🚙
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