Rookie Poem by Ima Ryma

A rookie cop in the squad car,
With an older cop on patrol,
Was very gung ho insofar
As keeping tabs on crowd control.
Stopping at a corner, he saw
A bunch of people standing there.
Sure that this was a broken law,
His bull horn echoed through the air,
'You all are ordered to disperse.'
'There is to be no loitering.'
The people fled, fearing the worse.
Rookie asked, 'How am I doing? '

'Oh great, ' chuckled the older cop.
'You ran off folks from a bus stop.'