An Odd Thief

There’s an odd thief in our neighborhood Who steals stuff that he must think is good Beginning with my small bushes and trees Which at the start, made no sense to me Then parts of my fence suddenly disappeared And a pile of firewood was totally cleared Yet when most of my porch pickets were gone It was time to dispense some fighting brawn By taking some sort of drastic action For our family needed some satisfaction Yet the next day he stole lawn sport’s equipment And a stack of pallets fresh from a shipment The following day when I got home from work My front door was ajar; from that crooked jerk Who oddly took walking sticks and umbrellas Which confirmed this thief was a strange fella Since I was so ticked, I left to ponder the scam Then I saw on a side road a new beaver dam Amidst the prairie sits this cobbled-up dome Built with those good things smuggled from our home Our prairie was treeless, devoid of beaver Until this thieving one, which was a great weaver And to top it off, I was totally floored Coz its lodge was crowned with our head board!