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This next poem is excerpted from page 62 & 63 of the book Rhythm & Rhyme which you can find on Amazon, as part of the Playing In The Sandbox Of Words, poetry book series:







The Pillager


There is a man upstairs in your guest room

Jumping out of bed he snags his boot on the sheets

You’re lucky it’s not your best room

Cause he will stay every night 

For week after week!

It was a good thing – at least at first

But then he emptied the fridge and turned up the heat

Then somehow the waterbed burst

Now his soggy old socks

Have stunk up his feet

The wife yells

Baby screams

Dog barks

And so it seems

That your visitor

Is just the Pillager

And he won’t leave

To check out a room he’ll come thru the roof

Then tape it all up to hide what he’s stealing

To catch him you will have to have proof

And to understand him

You’ll have to feel what he’s feeling

Then he really did try to help out

Mowed the back lawn with your electric face razor!

Made the neighbor kids shout 

Trying to wipe off their smirks

With a blackboard eraser

* This was originally written as a song lyric that gradually evolved between 1986 and 2007 when it was first published for the Place in Time CD before the band, Grooveyard, dissolved.


© Dave Brummet;  Rhythm & Rhyme





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