A Policeman's Watch
could get lonely some Nights,
so went around to his bit on the side
to read them their Rights.
Feeling already
warm,
the Cop quickly undressed
out of his Uniform.
Placing his Helmet
on her Head,
it was hard Hat area
in Bed.
Out the Handcuffs
came,
attaching her Wrists with them
to the Bed Frame.
Don't make a struggle
or try to resist,
reminding her to remember Yoga
when she felt an urge to twist.
All the Evidence
was on display,
he then told her
lets try this an old fashioned way.
Once he'd
found her backdoor,
she was about to feel
the full force of the Law.
She had to
take a few puffs,
whilst rattling
the Handcuffs.
As her Eyes
began to roll,
she suddenly heard him cry out
I've completed my Patrol.
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