The good citizen

I was waiting for my bus today
…. no, last week,
when I saw this teenage yobbo
hanging round the street.

He had a telephone in his pocket,
no wires could be seen,
then he starts to look at it,
it had a little screen!

And blow me if he didn’t have
a camera in the phone!
I thought ‘If he’s not a Soviet agent,
then I’m Al Capone!’.

I felt it was my duty
to report him to police.
They came at once in motorcars,
that ran on rubber wheels.

They were very nice about it,
and asked me my address,
and did I have a carer?
— as if I would, ah bless!


 

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