Penny the One-Fingered Pick Pocket

Penny the one-fingered pick pocket, he,
He’d say don’t feel sorry, not sorry for me,
If you have a donut and walk down my street,
Oh, it will be mine, yes; I’ll have a fine treat.

I'll nab one for breakfast; I'll nab one for lunch,
My favorite choc’late, and cinnamon crunch,
If they’re in a box, or a bakery sack,
I’ll slip in my finger; I’ll have a fine snack.

And, after a dinner of donuts with glaze,

It’s off to the candy store for one more craze,
He’ll say with a laugh, in his eye there’s a glint,
I finish my day with a Life Saver mint.

Peter Lowell Paulson
June 17, 2012