I wrote this poem very quickly this morning in response to a fun poetry challenge issued by one of the poetry groups I belong to. A bit of fun that I hope you like 😁

Share a thought for the Bobbies of old,

Out in all weathers both the hot and the cold,

Walking their beat knowing everyone’s name,

Spying the rascal that’s thieving again.

Taking the local scallywag with a firm grasp of the ear

Escorting him back to his parents, saying “look who I’ve got here”

“What’s he been up to” the father enquires

He was lighting a bonfire behind the shop that’s called Squires.

But when help was needed the constable was there,

Helping the fallen and keeping life fair,

A cheerful wave and a how do you do,

Was all that he needed to carry on, even when he was suffering from the dreaded old flu.