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Sgt Peter G

He was unhurt when they found him
Still sitting in his wrecked car
Having maybe had one or two too many
At the last little bar
Apparently he smiled sweetly at the police
As they opened the car door
And made just one request
Then said no more
As they arrested him
With consumate ease
“Ah good evening Herr Ober
Please bring a pot of tea”



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Sgt Peter G