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 !
Copyright © Robert Allison | Year Posted 2008
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