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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's not nearly as dreary a life as it might seem... Hugs, Dee