Scurry (Notevember 2022, #2)

Welcome, boys, to paradise
The humans call these “franchy fries”
And you will not believe your eyes
But all of this is gold
So maybe you’ll believe your nose
That scent as sweet as any rose
Forgive me if I wax verbose…

We get it, Boss – we’re sold!
What else is there around to eat?
I think I smell some frying meat
No way! Is that a burger? Neat!
I’m calling dibs on that

Hey, fellas! Lookit what I found
Two scoops of ice cream on the ground
The cone’s intact, too– What’s that sound?
A kid? A car? A cat?

Oh shit, the cops!
Run, boys, hurry!
Grab the gear!
Pronto, scurry!
Over that way
Out of sight
Boys, we’re eating well tonight!

We put the “pro” in Procyon
We’ve mastered every trick and con
We’re in by dusk and out by dawn
We operate by stealth
We answer to no chief or don
If caught red-handed? Blink, we’re gone!
Our masks – we always have them on
Our task: to take your wealth

The Boss is handy in a scrap
And Junior fits through any gap
Now, Pocket, he’s a treasure map
To dumpsters, diners, dives
“There’s no such thing as a free lunch”
There is – if you’re a crafty bunch
We never pay, we always munch
That’s how we live our lives

We’re raccoonteering raccoonteurs
“Unorthodox entrepreneurs”
We’re charming, ain’t we, madams, sirs?
You cannot help but look
Yes, our diversions are diverse
We grab the loot, then we disperse
But we’re not coming for your purse
Your shiny pearls or fancy furs
To take back to our nook
And while you’re left to spit and curse
The trash pandas who steal
We’re gourmand crooks who never cook
So: thank you for the meal