A little mole
In my console,
Through a little tricky hole,
It feels its way around,
And then it thought it found,
When it hit the ground,
Alarms, whistles and bells,
Security breach it tells,
Loudly in my ear it yells,
Who would want to, and what for,
To steal the little bit I store,
On my hard drives open door,
Few poems I keep safe for later use,
Some pictures, I do not want to lose,
Reason my privacy abuse,
Some nasty stuff has crept in,
For some fights to win,
I take it on the chin,
Spies the lowest form of critter,
If they’re shot, I am not to bitter,
And here, I have a real hitter,
A crack shot, if I need, a hacker,
The real Mc Coy, he’ll smack her,
Forthwith he will attack her,
No the little mole is safe,
Darling little thing, but not the knave,
Come in the backdoor of my cave.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Ted
Blessings and Love ~~ Micke
And if we know their address...go there and hang them by their thumbs, they said that hurts like hell.
Georg