Short Bobbies Poems

A man was thought to be jack the ripper
who cried I'm just a hard-working stripper
the bobbies said show us the proof
when he flashed his tiny tool
he was cuffed before fixing his zipper...

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I have a weird sense of humor but just appear luny
In reality, I have a degree in everything including bobbies
Their primary function
To feed their young'uns
And to stop the young laddies from touchy feelies...

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rainbow of flowers
multitude of flags flutter
the sepals-accept

v-formation geese
the royal air force power
crown jewels fly high

crows in ebony
great britain’s bobbies whistle
corralling the crowds

reign of umbrellas
tutelary governing
until kingdom come

inherited solemn pledge
the sovereign’s soul on the ledge...

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My computer's my friend
  more so than my pen
With lightning-fast fingers
  thoughts needn't linger

I can change my mind
  with the tap of a key
No need to erase or cross-out
  and that's fine with me

Some long for the days
  of paper and pen
Bobbies on bicycles
  the chimes of Big Ben

So let them long ~
  I'll type my song
to silky-smooth speed
  not written but keyed...

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Lamp posts lit stand straight and tall-
Silent sentinels of the street.
Yet bobbies patrol just the same
Walking the midnight beat.

There she stands beneath a light-
He wants some friendship for awhile.
She looks him over once again,
He disarms her with his smile.

Bobby walking down the street
Hasn’t heard a single sound,
But back behind a picket fence
Her blood seeps into the ground....

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She's Off To Merry England
Where the blue bell wood goes wild
Where all the lad and lass speak a funny style!
Where cheerio means nothing but, "Hey how ya do?"
And bobbies are the real police watchin over you 
Wave your hand, blow your nose, stand around awhile  
The Palace Guards are stiff and never known to smile. 
Good old Merry England! It's fun for all to see
Climb aboard, take a plane, grab a trip with me!...

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"Only other poets read your poems"
Said my father, to my great appall
So I plastered a poem in spray paint
To the side of the town's harbor wall

Then the bobbies saw my piece of artwork
And they dragged me away to a cell
Then they threatened to brand me a vandal
And they called up my parents as well

When my father showed up, he was yelling
"What in blazing God's name did you do?"
I replied "You were wrong 'bout my poems
The policemen have all read them too!"...

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