by Peter Loaf
First night patrolling, just out of school
Dark window flickers, on the third floor
The alley quiet, nothing to hear
The sergeant huffing, red faced and mad
“The lock is broken, stay here and guard”
The building quiet, she’s so alone
Cellar door open, darkness below
Someone behind her, the door has shut
Climbing a ladder, high window here
He comes too quickly, clothes left behind
Old sergeant grinning, video file .
Police woman new, untutored fool
The grizzled sergeant
Stony faced ardent
Chauvinist bastard, men-only rule
“Watch the rear exit!” opening door
Left in the moonlight
She shivers in fright
Office block building, above a store
Her truncheon gripping, trembling fear
A sudden crashing
And two men dashing
Pissed panties dripping, standing right here
He saw it happen, secretly glad
The burglars ran by
She didn’t even try
His eyes are crinkled, oh happy lad
The Sergeant leaving, sprinting for Yard
Wet panties tossing
Doesn’t like bossing
Follow her orders, trying so hard
Resolved and ready, her sin atone
Door handles rattle
Losing her battle
Sound in the cellar, her heart turns stone
The light switch flipping, shouting “Hello?”
The steps descending
Her job defending
Theatrical storage, props for a show
The lock is ticking, the captured mutt
The empty cellar
A clever feller
Trapped in the dungeon, stuck in a rut
Seam splitting jumper, baring her rear
The sergeant coming
She hears his humming
A costume of course, shedding her gear
Fleeing in stockings, garter belt bind
Sprinting for freedom
Speed laws exceedum
One Rooky Rocket, they’ll never find
The rooky running, three minute mile
She’ll never return
Her bridges to burn
Chauvinist bastard, happy awhile
