Yo
Long ago when I young,And I had nowhere to go.
I lashed out stubbed my toe,
For my birthday I got half a yo-yo.
Looking forward to Christmas,
They will buy the rest off my yo.
Next birthday they got me some bird seed,
On Christmas they'll buy me a bird to feed.
As I got older they bought me a peddle car,
Tied string to a tree so I couldn't go far.
Got booked by a policeman in his police car,
Six points on my licence for being drunk
And disorderly.
Thought I was orderly.
Well you try to explain why a forty two,
Is trying to peddle down a pathway lane.
Trying to escape the man in blue.
Running away from home tide to a tree,
Almost as though he was insane.
Hoping to break free,
Nice policeman said he would let me off.
If I could explain what I was doing,
I said I was trying to get to the phone box.
Wife's pregnant". Policeman laughed,
Started to cough. Regained composure,
Thought he was dealing with a dosser.
Back into his policeman mode. "Asked.
Why didn't you use the one opposite
Your house, "Can't I said".
"not allowed to cross the road".
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2021-12-31 at 06:57
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