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!"
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