Summary
I live in Durban, South Africa and this city has a pretty high crime rate and the authorities aren't too competent. This light-hearted poem sums it up for me.
On My Holiday To Durban
On my holiday to Durban
I was barely off the Boeing
When a man came out of nowhere
Snatched my watch without even slowing
I called airport security
So they could catch the crook
They looked at me with bovine eyes
And asked me what he took
"My watch" I shouted, peevishly
"It cost me ninety pounds!"
And they just sat there, gormless
Making sympathetic sounds
"A fat help you have been!" I spat,
And went and called the cops
I thought I hadn't long to wait
Maybe twenty minutes tops!
A cop came three hours later
His siren wailing loudly
"See how fast I got here!"
Exclaimed the copper, proudly
I told him he was useless
So he threw me in his van
"You can't do this to me!" I yelled
He smiled and said "I can."
He took me to the station
And booked me for assault
I said "I was just angry
I was robbed, it's not my fault!"
So now I sit in prison
For some bureaucratic botch
Don't know how long I've been here
'Cause I haven't got a watch
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by Piglet
Libraries: Poetry and Song Lyrics
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