Steamy Windows - a Bawdy Little Number
POEM BASED ON AN OLD JOKE
A village copper was on his beat
When he saw a parked car rocking
The rate that it was moving
It really was quite shocking
The windows were steaming up
He flashed his torch through the window
A couple were on the backseat
The ladies legs were all a kimbo
The guy winds down the car window
Saying I’m with my dance partner Fran
We’re trying to perfect the Tango
We do it wherever we can!
The copper goes about his duties
Later he comes across the same car
It was parked around the corner
The ‘dancers’ hadn’t moved too far
Again the car was rocking
This time to a latin beat
The pace of it was shocking
again the couple were on the back seat
So he taps upon the window
This time the lady pops up her head
She says we’re practising the Foxtrot
I must perfect my moves with Fred
The copper says he will be on his way
As he gets a mobile phone call
The couple climb into the front seat
Hoping their engine doesn’t stall
A little while later he sees the same car
It is rocking at an alarming rate
There's condensation running down the windows
The occupants he is about to berate
So he bangs upon the window
Saying I bet you're doing the Bossanova
The red faced girl says no officer -
I'm doing the boss a favour!
7/28/18
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