Police - Drill As Police Cadets Poem by Paul Warren

Standing on the parade ground
We were 17 years young all round
In khaki uniforms pressed so well
Chests pumped out we were such swells
With trousers with creases so fine
And spit polished shoes done with shine

So we learnt how to drill in squad formation time
And marched around the parade ground so sublime
We did this for three years honing the skill
Standing tall as coppers in the drill
We made the grade in what we were
Graduating as a constable in quite a stir

© Paul Warren Poetry