Poetic-Verses
"Bizzies"
Now the thaw has come, I though I would check the oil and water on my motor car, “I just love my car “. I have a hankering for old things!
The windows don't work! apart from the passenger side ,I keep meaning to get it fixed! But I never have , just the slob in me I guess.
Lifted the bonnet(hood, for my colonial friends), and commence to check the oil.
I was fed up with watching the latest soccer results, because there were three teams getting beat on my soccer coupon, and I just got pissed off with it!
I heard a helicopter fly by, very common now helicopters,
Hi tec policing is the right jargon me thinks!
It started to hover over my house and it seemed to be getting closer,
I had visions of being on the 6 o'clock news, scenes of carnage and destruction and pieces of my body scattered all over the estate.
I looked up from the car and there was a youth dressed in the street uniform of modern Britain! Black running shoes, black track suit pants and black coat.
He glanced over at me and headed for the bushes and trees that line the playing field that is across the road from my drive.
The next minute two unmarked police cars came down my street at pace! Well…………. really fast.
The youth started to run, two policemen gave chase ,one police officer had no tunic on and was in a white short sleeved shirt, all the tools of a policeman was hanging from his “utility belt“, cosh! ,handcuffs!, pepper spray!, radio, ipod!!, no helmet of course to “BUSY” I guess,
His partner had full uniform on, he looked the part, I guess they were in there early thirties, probably married, mortgaged up to their eyes and had another job as well as being coppers!
The policemen looked rather awkward running across a muddy field.
And didn't strike me as athletic types.
The youth jumped a fence like a gazelle getting perused by a couple of over weight tired lions.
Suddenly it seemed there was a fence to far, and the youth turned to the officers and threw his hands into the air.
This was better than any cop show on the tube.
Part of me wanted the stupid boy to get away ! But another strong urge was that he would be caught ,deported to a devils island, birched for a week and never be seen again.
Then I thought that is someone's son! I have sons , and I felt a fear for this boy.
The policemen threw him in the mud face down and handcuffed him, frog marched the boy to the waiting police car.
The helicopter was still hovering above my house , the noise was doing my head in!
The police then threw the boy in the back of there car and gave each other a smile. then they both turned to one and other and gave themselves a high five.
I got to tell you, it looked totally ridiculous, I smiled to myself, topped my car up with the water and went back to the soccer results.” I Never won by the way“.
But it was “one nil” for the law today. What a result!
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`Bizzies`
`Bizzies`
