Special Poem by chris dawson

Special



I’m a short fat lady what can I do
But waddle up and down dressed up in blue
Though I may look rather comical to you
I’ll have you know I’m special

I can’t run and I can’t hide
Five feet high and five feet wide
I’m full of good intent inside
So I’ll have you know I’m special

I’m making friends and doing good
Just like I feel a citizen should
If only you lot understood
Then you’d see I’m special

I can do what full-time does
I don’t get paid, I get a buzz
And feel just like the proper fuzz
So I just know I’m special

Parking tickets, injured cats
Pensioners who’ve lost their hats
12 years olds just acting prats
I’ll show them that I’m special

Trained up like a real copper
Make sure that you treat me proper
Don’t laugh when I come a cropper
Cos I really am quite special

So join in on this beat with me
Each step one less calorie
You can’t complain, you get me free
I’m just a little Special

I’ll wave the book like Chairman Mao
Ya won’t stop me I’m Special now
And no, I’m no deluded cow
Don’t spoil it cos I’m special (needs)

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