The Officer and the Poet

A man in a comical hat, Who was simply very fat, Came riding on a one legged fool. As I attempted to pass, He stopped and politely asked, Had I committed a rhyme? "Of course." I then said, And the fool shook his head. "I am a poet and rhymes are my tool." "Then," he replied, "you are under arrest. To go quietly would be best, For in this land that is a grievous crime." "Then surely," I exclaimed, " you are guilty too, Just by rhyming as you do, So you might as well arrest yourself!" "But I am an officer of the law," He said with a grand guffaw, "Therefore, myself from the law exempt!"