Bragging about our Dads (III)

My dad’s a policeman. He’s got a helmet

and truncheon in the attic, and he’ll come

and arrest you if I ask him to. I’ve only

to say the word – but not on a Sunday, 

because they’ve cut his overtime and 

bonus payments, and he says it isn’t 

worth it, what with everything so expensive.

He might as well take the redundancy 

and do that world trip he’s been promising

himself before the pension kicks in. 

There’s no justice any more.

John H Davies

10th March 2011