The police
Title
The police
Description
Poem about an encounter with a policemen accompanied by a WAAF officer.
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One-page printed document
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Transcription
The Police!
Searching kitbags
‘Take out all the things girls
You don’t want them to see’
Pandemonium .. Panic .. Incredibility!!
[inserted] The [/inserted] ‘[deleted] The barmaid [/deleted] WAAF Officer
Is with them
And looks far from pleased to me’
Enter the law
With measured pace
To each bed space
‘How are you?’ he said
As he stopped by my bed
I saw
The hard face of a WAAF Officer
She who had mocked with scepticism
My rheumatism
So I laid it on thick
‘I have been very sick
And I’ve suffered pain’
‘For how long?’
The Policeman made it plain
He was interested
Would he have me arrested?
‘Oh a long time’ I said
The law scratched his head
‘And you have pain now?’
‘Yes’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes I’m sure my back’s very sore’
He searched my kit-bag thoroughly
What was he looking for?
Yet another tragedy of war
Searching kitbags
‘Take out all the things girls
You don’t want them to see’
Pandemonium .. Panic .. Incredibility!!
[inserted] The [/inserted] ‘[deleted] The barmaid [/deleted] WAAF Officer
Is with them
And looks far from pleased to me’
Enter the law
With measured pace
To each bed space
‘How are you?’ he said
As he stopped by my bed
I saw
The hard face of a WAAF Officer
She who had mocked with scepticism
My rheumatism
So I laid it on thick
‘I have been very sick
And I’ve suffered pain’
‘For how long?’
The Policeman made it plain
He was interested
Would he have me arrested?
‘Oh a long time’ I said
The law scratched his head
‘And you have pain now?’
‘Yes’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes I’m sure my back’s very sore’
He searched my kit-bag thoroughly
What was he looking for?
Yet another tragedy of war
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“The police,” IBCC Digital Archive, accessed April 27, 2024, https://ibccdigitalarchive.lincoln.ac.uk/omeka/collections/document/39748.
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