I remember a romp
to the village store.
The shelves were tall
and packed with candy.
My brother thought that
stuff was free,
and filled his pockets
shamelessly.
I knew we had
no money.
The aproned ogre
called the cops
who asked our names
and where we lived.
Mum stood in curlers
holding a mop
when the cruiser pulled up
by the kitchen door.
I must have been five,
and my brother just four
when we first rode with cops
and played robbers.