The thief grew older,
Than an ancient cave painting,

I let him rest up,
To prevent him from fainting,
He caught his breath,
And curled his six toes,
And threatened to ask me,
One nobody knows!
Then he said it real loud,
And repeated it soft,
108
Was the number he tossed…
The thief was so right,
This one was tough,
But my memory was good,
Like sandpaper’s rough,
My memory was good,
I went in it to delve,
108
is 9 times ____