The burglar
Many say I wear a mask
My hands are very small
I have a kin in Notre Dame
But, surely, that’s not all
It’s cleverness I have in spades
I’ll never want for food
I well deserve your accolades
But you’ll always think me rude
I’ve clambered up a skyscraper
And walked a tightrope true
My picture’s in the newspaper
And youtube has it too
Now, there’s a few more funny things
To show you where I’m at
You’ll know me by my many rings
And Davy Crockett’s hat!
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
