My Father Was a Policeman.

My Father Was a Policeman.

My father is a policeman

he wears a policeman’s hat

It has a frilly pelmet-

there’s nothing wrong with that.

It’s where he keeps his sarnies

and his spare pair of boots,

his torch, handcuffs, truncheon meat,

and the whistle that he ‘toots!’

My father was a policeman

a bobby boy in blue,

a rozzer and a peeler

a fuzzball through and through.

My father was a policeman

and a laughing policeman, too.

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3 responses to “My Father Was a Policeman.

  1. Nicely penned poem. Hope to see more from you. 😊😊😊

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