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Cops and Cookies

Here come the Cops
We are here to serve
A whack from a baton
That's all you deserve

Here come the Cops
The cutters of crime
Protectors of people
Not in my time

Here come the Cops
Stealing the cakes
From an upturned truck
Which had dodgy brakes

Here come the Cops
Don't break the blue line
You may get the leftovers
When we take the prime

Here come the Cops
With what can we fine
Did you take them cake crumbs
That we left behind

Here come the Cops
Serious time
Did you steal a custard
Did you do the crime

Here come the Cops
Answer they said
We know that you took it
That piece of brown bread

Here come the Cops
It was you, your the taker
No officer no
But I murdered the baker

Here come the Cops
Never mind that
We want back that doughnut
It was sumptuous and fat

Here come the Cops
We're after you
When we say take one crumb
Don't you dare take two

Officer officer, 
What must you think
Such depravity I would not sink
I admit that I killed them
Then burned the house down
Then stole the vehicle and left it in tow
I threw the dog in the river
The kids in the stream
But I never ever pinched no custard cream

Copyright © John Scott | Year Posted 2012

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