The C.O.P.

The C.O.P. (Cop On Patrol) by Robert Allison One day I was driving in my car, But I hadn't drove very far. When I was scared out of my might, By a pair of red and blue lights. Well, I thought the cop just wanted to race, But actually it was me, he was trying to chase. So, of course, I had to stop, When up came a big, tall cop. I said "Hi, how do you do?" He said "OK, and same to you." "This ticket's for your car's racket, And for no license plate bracket." I said "I hope this ticket's free." He said "Nope, that'll cost a big fifty." I thought it was me he was trying to con, And I said "Aw, now, Come on!" He said "Don't give me none of yo' jive, Or else it'll cost ya seventy five!" So then I headed towards home, In my shiny piece of chrome. My mom came after me with a broom, And said "Now you, get to your room!" Well, I had already started to sob, Because I knew I needed a job. But, I sure hated the thought of work, Because I knew I'd feel like a jerk. The job I got, I know is mine. And I sure feel so fine. I'm sure glad that ticket wasn't free, 'Cause now I am an EMPLOYEE !