Poetry Police
People should be warned, people should get wise,
Or else they might find, a nasty surprise,
Early hours, Tuesday, sirens broke the peace,
That was the sound of Poetry Police,
Rushing to the door, I asked “what’s my crime?
You know, that I, take my books back on time”.
Politely smiling, they brushed me aside,
Only then I knew, that I couldn’t hide,
Loose leaf, single sheets, gliding to the ground,
Incriminating, alliterative sound,
Crying in the dock, I said, “Judge you’re wrong,
Everyone knows, this sentence is too long…”
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Martin Challender
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