The Patrol Poem by Paul Warren

We booked on the radio as was the way
And out the station we drove away
The radio prattles its continual banter
As we policed the streets at a slow canter

There were disturbances some loud but not unique
And pub brawls to make the night complete
There were shoppies on day shift
With neighbourly disputes sorting out the grift

Throw in a Coroners at some one's demise
Taking a report through the rels cries
Until the end of the shift comes round
For a quiet drink and to talk it all down.

© Paul Warren Poetry