.2. Copper Poem by David Threadgold
.2. Copper
Could I have been a copper?
My trungeon at the ready
To stop the speeding motorist
And tell them take it steady
I’d walk around my local beat
Until my feet got sore
A cup of tea at the café
Then go and plod some more
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
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5/13/2024 12:09:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It's not nearly as dreary a life as it might seem... Hugs, Dee