Who?

What kind of home is a bonnie blue box?
The home of a man as cunning as a fox.
Stolen, purloined, pilfered and thieved.
The other lords, well, they were quite peeved.
His stories and feats are hard to swallow,
But hot on his heels danger does follow.
That lonely man, that wandering god.
That one who dies and gets a new bod.
Who is his name. Or is it Smith?
To be honest and fair he's almost a myth.
As mad as a hatter and slave to no clocks,
That marvelous man and his bonnie blue box.



It's simple. But then so am I. It's also 2am. But then so am I...okay maybe I should go to sleep now.