A Home Alone Poem
Twas the night before christmas
Or any other time of night
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a light was switched on at this time of night
The coast is clear this house looks ready to be robbed
But that's what you think when your a little boy alone on christmas
Home alone with nothing to do enjoying the peace and quiet
Now the once peace and quiet has been broken
All thanks to goofy criminals who loves to rob empty somewhat houses
But to their horror the house is not empty but full of traps planted by some little kid
Now they are the laughing stock of the criminal community