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Array ( [sid] => 1658 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Dixon of Dock Green [time] => 2002-08-03 08:05:38 [hometext] => Wonderful British Justice! [bodytext] => Our wonderful Bobbies on the beat
Now have cars instead of feet
“Evening all “ with a friendly nod,
Whatever happened to PC Plod?

The woman was found in a pool of blood,
You’d fetch a policeman if you could.
Drive your car up to the shops
Passed thirty-seven traffic cops.

Need a car – “Go nick one then!”
And why stop at one it could be ten
If you’re caught (the chance is remote)
They’ll send you off on a plane or boat.

Don’t drive too fast, speed kills
(And fines help pay policemen’s’ bills)
Don’t ever expect them to get their man
Why bother when you can take the can!

“I didn’t do it, I wasn’t there”
Now sir, don’t tell the truth, that’s not fair.
you must be guilty we are never wrong
just sign this statement, it won’t take long.

Lock him away for fifteen years
With a colour TV and a couple of beers.
We’ll let you out early if you’re not a pain
Then you can go home and do it again.

The Chiefs say it’s not their fault they’re crap
That the police are caught in a poverty trap
No money for equipment or men they bleat
So get em out of their cars and onto their feet.

©Rosewing
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 41 [informant] => Rosewing [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )
Dixon of Dock Green

Contributed by Rosewing on Saturday, 3rd August 2002 @ 08:05:38 AM in AEST
Topic: political



Our wonderful Bobbies on the beat
Now have cars instead of feet
“Evening all “ with a friendly nod,
Whatever happened to PC Plod?

The woman was found in a pool of blood,
You’d fetch a policeman if you could.
Drive your car up to the shops
Passed thirty-seven traffic cops.

Need a car – “Go nick one then!”
And why stop at one it could be ten
If you’re caught (the chance is remote)
They’ll send you off on a plane or boat.

Don’t drive too fast, speed kills
(And fines help pay policemen’s’ bills)
Don’t ever expect them to get their man
Why bother when you can take the can!

“I didn’t do it, I wasn’t there”
Now sir, don’t tell the truth, that’s not fair.
you must be guilty we are never wrong
just sign this statement, it won’t take long.

Lock him away for fifteen years
With a colour TV and a couple of beers.
We’ll let you out early if you’re not a pain
Then you can go home and do it again.

The Chiefs say it’s not their fault they’re crap
That the police are caught in a poverty trap
No money for equipment or men they bleat
So get em out of their cars and onto their feet.

©Rosewing




Copyright © Rosewing ... [ 2002-08-03 08:05:38]
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Re: Dixon of Dock Green (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 3rd August 2002 @ 12:15:59 PM AEST
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Very interesting Write!!!!
Very well written!
PEACE, LUV,
emy


Re: Dixon of Dock Green (User Rating: 1 )
by SMG on Tuesday, 12th November 2002 @ 02:14:46 AM AEST
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it makes me laugh.... and I like to find something that makes me laugh




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