The cats whiskers looked like a mustache
In the twinkle of the moonlight
Creeping like a bandit
Cutlery squashed immediately
An ultimatum;
Everyone awake to catch the bandit
Tearing the curtains in fear it held itself close in attic;
Above the kitchen cellar
People had sticks;
All in my house;
It looked like the bandit was on the cellar
Must be a thief, cried my brother;
I will handle him said my sister, bring a ladder;
Suddenly, Swooooosh;
The cat climbed down the ladder;
And escaped out of the Window!!
Hearty laugh!! It was a cat bandit!!
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