Stolen Lottery Ticket

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

When a thief got close to my back pocket, he decided to pick it.

He got my wallet and my thirty million dollar Lottery Ticket.

When that Lottery Ticket won, I was so upset.

Thirty million was what that crook would get.

I bought that ticket at a convenience store.

Very soon that crook wasn't rich anymore.

I had a talk with the clerk who sold the ticket to me.

We had the crook arrested and it scared him so much that it made him pee.

Thievery and dishonesty are two things that I've always detested.

That lousy crook had to change his drawers after he was arrested.