'T WAS tempting, fat, and looked well filled; With joy the villain's heart it thrilled. "These women have no sense," he said, As he approached with stealthy tread. "They tempt us with their foolishness, And so I take that purse, I guess." A sudden grab, and then a scream, A cry, "Stop thief," and through the stream Of moving people quick there glides The man, and in an alley hides. There gloatingly he eyes the purse. "Oho!" he cries; "I'll reimburse Myself for all the pains I took To get this well-filled pocketbook." 'T is open, and within he sees A yard of tape and two trunk keys, A postage stamp (he waxes wroth), A spool of thread, a piece of cloth; And, as reward for this bold crime, He finds at last one silver dime. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NORTHERN SUBURB by JOHN DAVIDSON A TRUE HYMN [HYMNE] by GEORGE HERBERT THE PESSIMIST by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING THE NEW EZEKIEL by EMMA LAZARUS THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: OCTOBER by EDMUND SPENSER |