Posted: 03/09/2013 at 12:04
The Bully and the Policeman (continued)
"It's me again," he said in pain,
"They pushed me off their hedge!"
"I'm sorry sir, we cannot stir;
Er, were you 'on the edge'?"
"How dare you so insinuate!
My mental health's just fine;
I think you stall. I never fall,
I'm stable every time!"
The sergeant and his constable
('one coffee and one tea')
Had had to break off from their break
True policemen for to be.
"You sure your ladder's fixed alright?
We all can make mistakes,"
The sergeant said, with aching head,
While reaching for the cakes...
"I set my steps on ground well firm
Whereon they always stand:
The place exact, the ground compact,
As I survey their land."
Considering this latest thought
The sergeant gave a groan;
Beseechingly, across the desk
He offered up the 'phone.
Two policemen held each other's gaze -
One sergeant, one PC,
Ignoring papers, piles and files,
One coffee and one tea.
"One moment sir," the sergeant said.
"It's you-know-who again,"
He breathed. "You go. It's not my shout,
I need to rest my brain."
His chum got up. "Oh, by the way..."
He reached across the table
To where his coffee beckoned him,
"Our caller thinks he's stable."
"Oh, so it's not the other one,
She phoned the other day?"
"Well that might be, you'll have to see,
Now, best be on your way."
He watched the PC close the door,
Then said "It's my belief:
When duty calls you've got to go."
And sat down with relief.
Our sergeant then got lost in thought:
Them others aren't so bad,
But... I'm not so sure 'bout 'im next door!'
His features went all sad.
Now! Felons! thought the sergeant...
And his features went majestic:
Now them I'll meet! They're up my street!
... I just can't do 'domestic'!
Good policing is the thing, he thought,
And sucked upon a toffee...
Then sagged again with aching brain
And stirred his cup of coffee.
Crime ain't what it used to be:
The villains and the scum.
But he shuddered at the thought of it
And what he had become.