To day a Policeman called, "are you Verdun" "err yes" Did you at an unspecified time yesterday purloin and masticate a large bar of Chocolate. Guilty as charged hoficer, you will accompany me and the armed response team to the nick in our very black Maria. On knees pleading, Hoficer it was only a small bar, "err well maybe this big" stretching arms out, but there were mitigating circumstances. "Oh what were they" well it was there looking inviting. That is no defence my Police woman Partner is standing here looking very inviting, are you going to eat her. Verdun do not put ideas in my head, Police woman simpers I mean Verdun keeps telling us he is handsome well so where some of Londons cabs.
Handcuffs applied, armed response unload weapons Policewoman takes Verdun in a very tight grip, one arm up his back and the other hand clutching his rear end in a not very loving grasp. "OOER hoficer is that your hand or your teeth I have heard of love bites but that it a bit heavy" shut your chocolate covered face and get in the van. Verdun disappears in a haze of black exhaust as they whip the horses into action and they do what horses do, hard luck on the driver up front and hard luck on Verdun locked in the back with Amorous Police woman.
Will he reach the lock up in one piece, will his eyes be shining or black, will the horse make it up the hill to Pendennis Castle or fall into Falmouth Bay. Tune in next week for the next exciting episode.
Learnt it the hard way Verdun writing Patrol reports for the Unit War Diary. Left perimeter at 22:31, with Patrol of six men, no moon, set off for known infiltration track. One click out sudden attack from rear, gave order to take cover and ready weapons, discovered it was Private Blob yet again discharging weapon unintentionally. Threatened to bayonet him without entrance wound as I would use existing hole in his miserable body. Patrol now useless returned to perimeter, accidentally clobbered private Blob's earl with Butt of Rifle, nothing to report Sir or Cur depending on how mad I was.
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You have done such a naughty thing, naughty thing,
The local Constable is sure to ring, sure to ring
Then into that Cell your body they fling they fling
You will hear those local lads all sing, lads all sing.
A policeman lot is not a happy one a happy one
A policeman job is never ever done ever done.
They are Cornish Police Verdun.
Frank
To day a Policeman called, "are you Verdun" "err yes" Did you at an unspecified time yesterday purloin and masticate a large bar of Chocolate. Guilty as charged hoficer, you will accompany me and the armed response team to the nick in our very black Maria. On knees pleading, Hoficer it was only a small bar, "err well maybe this big" stretching arms out, but there were mitigating circumstances. "Oh what were they" well it was there looking inviting. That is no defence my Police woman Partner is standing here looking very inviting, are you going to eat her. Verdun do not put ideas in my head, Police woman simpers I mean Verdun keeps telling us he is handsome well so where some of Londons cabs.
Handcuffs applied, armed response unload weapons Policewoman takes Verdun in a very tight grip, one arm up his back and the other hand clutching his rear end in a not very loving grasp. "OOER hoficer is that your hand or your teeth I have heard of love bites but that it a bit heavy" shut your chocolate covered face and get in the van. Verdun disappears in a haze of black exhaust as they whip the horses into action and they do what horses do, hard luck on the driver up front and hard luck on Verdun locked in the back with Amorous Police woman.
Will he reach the lock up in one piece, will his eyes be shining or black, will the horse make it up the hill to Pendennis Castle or fall into Falmouth Bay. Tune in next week for the next exciting episode.
Frank.
Learnt it the hard way Verdun writing Patrol reports for the Unit War Diary. Left perimeter at 22:31, with Patrol of six men, no moon, set off for known infiltration track. One click out sudden attack from rear, gave order to take cover and ready weapons, discovered it was Private Blob yet again discharging weapon unintentionally. Threatened to bayonet him without entrance wound as I would use existing hole in his miserable body. Patrol now useless returned to perimeter, accidentally clobbered private Blob's earl with Butt of Rifle, nothing to report Sir or Cur depending on how mad I was.
You live and learn lad.
Frank.
Second childhood
Frank