I'M Tired Poem by Phil Soar

I drove here in a stupor
That's not a make of car,
And if it was, I'd not arrive
And wouldn't get too far,

I almost fell asleep today
Whilst standing in a puddle
I've not slept well
As you can tell
And I'm all in a muddle

I took a pill
To keep me still
And try to help my slumber
I used my phone
To call back home
But dialled a different number

A Burglar answered smartly
He spoke in undertones
He stole some shirts
And several skirts
And chilled me to the bones

I dialled the police
And disturbed their peace
Creating havoc there
They raced around
With a siren sound
But the burglar wasn't there

I'd dialled a different number
So no-one would have known
They gone to my home
And were all alone
For the burglar wasn't there

He'd robbed a stranger's property
And fled into the night
He'd took the phone
From the stranger's home
And sprinted out of sight

So if you are not sleeping well
Don't call that number too
It would be a crime
To waste the time
Of the people dressed in Blue.