Out The Blue

Nine, Nine, Nine

Is for the Police,

Not feeling fine

You've a choice

To have a voice

By getting in-touch

If you’re in a rush,

Some louts push

With hostile anger,

This bad temper

We’ll not savour,

Unruly behaviour

Will not be tolerated,

Have them nicked

And put into prison –

A wise decision.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 02/12/2018

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.