The Patrol

We booked on the radio as was the way And out the station we drove away The radio prattles its continual banter As we policed the streets at a slow canter There were disturbances some loud but not unique And pub brawls to make the night complete There were shoppies on day shift With neighbourly disputes sorting out the grift Throw in a Coroners at some one’s demise Taking a report through the rels cries Until the end of the shift comes round For a quiet drink and to talk it all down. © Paul Warren Poetry