P.C. Plod at the Pillar Box

It’s snowing out

streets are thiefproof

A wind that blows

straight up yer nose

no messin

A night

not fit to be seen with a dog

out in

On the corner

P.C. Plod (brave as a mountain lion)

passes the time of night

with a pillar box

‘What’s 7 times 8 minus 56?’

he asked mathematically

The pillar box was silent for a moment

and then said

nothing

‘Right first time,’

said the snowcapped cop

and slouched off towards Bethlehem

Avenue