Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Fashion Critic

My home is broken into by
A cross dresser burglar who paws
Through all my clothes, and then the guy
Rips all the clothes to shreds, because
He doesn't think that any are
Worthy of theft for him to wear.
And then what's even more bizarre,
He writes his nasty critiques there
In lipstick on my bedroom mirror,
Leaving a phone number to call
Him, and he'd be glad to volunteer
Wardrobe advice for me - the gall!

The guy runs naked from my house.
His bare butt's now in jail - the louse!