'' Traffic Wardens We Need To Beware '' Poem by Bri Mar

I watched an exercise the other day,
It was really riveting to see,
Troops in uniform fighting affray,
Ensuring our world remains free.

Their nationality I didn’t know,
Their outfits looked really quite strange,
They were bright and had a certain glow,
They also tended to stay out of range.

Hiding in bushes and deep in the shrubs,
Camouflage was the name of the game,
You could barely see them behind the large tubs,
They thoroughly deserved our acclaim.

Space age weapons with no ammunition,
Could they be phasers, surely not?
If they were it was the latest edition,
From Star Trek they must have been bought.

Their tactics looked totally underhand,
As they waited till the enemy was gone,
They did not allow them to make a stand,
Could it be they didn’t have much brawn?

On their modes of transport they then pounced,
Strange items they then placed on their screens,
Plastic explosives placed unannounced?
God only knows what this means.

After committing their dastardly deeds,
Into the darkness they would again disappear,
Conspiracy theories are what this feeds,
They have us all living in fear.

When the enemy returned they flew into a rage,
Who had vandalised their pride and joy,
With the perpetrators they couldn’t engage,
Against their enemies they could not deploy.

They were guilty as charged without any trial,
Poor souls in the depths of despair,
As for these Special Forces they are in denial,

‘’ Traffic Wardens We Need To Beware ‘’