Bacon
On side-walk walked twins
Twins talked with colleague
Twins were two in one
Her hat and pants’ ribbon:
“She is police.”
Clumsy all over and her size”
“So petite, also weak.”
In my mind a police looks hero
Gentle and caring and strong
She must have had divorced
All of them…and colleague.
They? Police? What is this?
I questioned before laugh.
“Can you say of smell …? ”
Young boy asked:
“If two cars, both police run into accident, on fire? ”
As always, unaware, I listened:
“They smell like bacon, ” he said and: “they are pigs.”
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