Thirteen as twelve my Murray always took--
He was a publisher. The new Police
Have neater ways of bringing men to book,
So Juan found himself before J.P.'s
Accused of storming through that placed nook
At practically any pace you please.
The Dogberry, and the Waterbury, made
It fifty mile--five pounds. And Juan paid!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Could 'placed' actually be 'placid'? The rest of the rhyme sounds very much as if a (distrusted) publisher collected a 5-pound-sterling speeding ticket.