The Home Invader : Giggle Poetry

 There was a possum in the roof and my wife she said to me,
"Would you please remove that creature and put it back in its tree."

So I went and got a touch, and put on a warm friendly face
I climbed up to the roof, where I met this thing from outer space

It's two red eyes where glaring back, as my wife crept up behind
I didn't know that she was there, so I nearly lost my mind.

When she grabbed me by the ankles and said "Someone's at the door"
I jumped so fast the ceiling gave and I landed on the floor.

With a possum right beside me, as frightened as I was.
It jumped into my arms and dug in its set of real sharp claws.

Then the person at the door came in and said, "Are you OK?"
I threw the possum at him and the strange caller ran away.

Down the path, onto the street where the police were passing by.
It was lucky that they were for the reason I'll tell you why.

The person who came calling was carrying a loaded gun.
He had escaped from prison and was seven weeks on the run.

With a list of home invasions that he had already made,
He managed to elude capture on a merry escapade.

But now his game was up and I was the hero of the day.
My wife was none the wiser and the possum it ran away.

By Paul Mc Cann