To The Person(s) Who Stole Things From Our Car In The Middle Of The Night
At our house we have always tried to pay heed to what is called loss prevention
We take measures to keep our stuff ours without going too far
And wouldn’t you know you’d come by when we’d lost our attention
And in the middle of the night you had the nerve to go into our car
Indeed it seems it’s the one time in forever that the car wasn’t locked
We are responsible for part of story but then, so are you
And you got a few things that might well be hocked
While it won’t change a thing, there are some things I will hope will come true
May the parking change you took buy a coffee that tastes terrible
And the sunglasses-may they have run out of UVA and UVB
May the thought of what you’ve done make living with yourself hardly bearable
And for the largest score, well may it not set you free
The GPS was out of sight but you found and took it
And for you may it direct you post-haste
Rather than to the address to a deep ditch in a pit
And there you find that coffee you bought was Ex-Lax laced
You are without face, we don’t know who you are
No matter, respect for others’ property doesn’t faze you a bit
If you are male, then a quote from a Judith Viorst as you stole from our car
“When you zip up your pants may your zipper get stuck with you in it”
Barb's True Stories 
Hello Barb,
I know only to well your feelings in the way of a form of violation of privacy. It stinks!
But your comments do beg the question? And if they are female?
You get over it but as I said to a cop investigating my stolen computer ( without backup at that point of course), ” if they find the culprit, don’t bother the justice system I am happy to reprogram the son-of -a-bitch with an axe. Saves the community any future bother and I would feel some satisfaction.” He didn’t think he could support my offer.
When I come upon a poem that has a clever comment on the female gender I can add another stanza. I am an equal opportunity poet.
When people still from you, you do feel violated and thoughts of retribution abound.
Clever poem. Sorry about the loss of stuff. Does make one feel angry. all you can hope is they needed the money to buy milk for the kids.
Ah indeed. That is a good way to look at it. And the GPS to locate the nearest milk store.
Where you go? They steal your keyboard too?
Just for you: The Past, the Present and the Future walk into a bar. It was tense.
We were on a road trip to North Carolina. Thanks for asking after my keyboard’s whereabouts and for the witty “into the bar”.