Comments about Philip Winchester
Stop! Stand still. Poet hands in the air.
Step away from that book; dropp your pen to the ground.
Hands on your head, turn your face to the wall.
Our spotlight has caught you in its circle of light.
Though you think your immune, you`re not anything like.
We’ve caught you red handed, bearfaced, just in time.
Our task bold and bravely to rid streets of crime.
For weeks we’ve watched you, and built up our case.