Blunder of the Nimble Deceit

A thief black-clothed with heavy feet,
Crept across the slumbering street,
Through the window on to a seat,
And into the master bedroom suite.

Small and slight but ego not petite,
The boy needed brag of his feat,
To his Followers he did bleat,
Of his latest challenge complete.

But forget did he to delete,
Location data in his tweet,
And so the burglar e'er elite
Caught by pride, he met his defeat.
 

The End

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