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Five nights agone I lay at rest	A
On my suburban couch	B
My trousers on the bedpost hung	C
Red gold within their pouch	B
The twin gods Law and Order seemed	D
To me all powerful as I dreamed	D
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My life was staid my rates were paid	E
And peace was in my mind	F
Nor recked I of unruly men	G
To evil deeds inclined	F
Strange primal atavistic men	G
Who shock the peaceful citizen	H
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But all the same by stealth he came	I
A man of vile intent	J
What cared he that my life was pure	K
Or that I paid my rent	J
He willed to violate my shrine	L
For household treasures that were mine	L
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He planned to thieve my household goods	M
Heirlooms of divers kinds	N
I cannot understand such men	G
Nor fathom their dark minds	N
Why cannot they abjure all vice	O
And be respectable and nice	O
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With purpose vile and with a file	P
My window he attacked	Q
A stealthy scratch upon the catch	R
Awoke me to the fact	Q
Softly with sudden fear amazed	S
A corner of the blind I raised	S
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I saw his face Oh what a man	T
His manhood should degrade	E
And seek to rob I checked a so	U
Except in honest trade	E
A predatory face I saw	V
That showed no reverence for Law	V
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With whirring head I slid from bed	W
Crept from my peaceful couch	B
Forsook my trousers hanging there	X
Red gold within their pouch	B
Out through my chamber door I fled	W
And up the hallway softly sped	W
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Into the murky night I stole	Y
To see a certain cop	Z
Whose forthright feet patrol the beat	A2
A stone's throw from my shop	Z
In my pyjama suit went I	B2
Across the moon dark clouds swept by	B2
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I saw him draped upon a post	C2
Like someone in a swoon	D2
His buttons gleamed what time the clouds	E2
Released the troubled moon	D2
He gazed upon the changing sky	B2
A strange light in his dreamy eye	B2
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'Now haste thee cop ' I called aloud	F2
And seized him by the arm	G2
'There is a wretch without my house	H2
Who bodes my treasure harm'	G2
Toward the sky he waved a hand	I2
And answered 'Ain't that background grand '	-
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'Nay gentle John ' said I 'attend	I2
A thief my goods and gold	I2
Seeks to purloin Go seize the man	T
Before the trail is cold '	-
'Those spires against the sky ' said he	J2
'Surcharged with beauty are to me '	-
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'I give the man in charge ' I cried	I2
'He is on evil bent	I2
He seeks of all its treasured art	I2
To strip my tenement '	-
He answered as one in a dream	G2
'Ain't that a bonzer colour scheme	G2
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'Them tortured clouds agen the moon '	-
The foolish cop pursued	I2
'Remind me of some Whistler thing	K2
But I prefer the nood '	-
Said I 'Arrest this man of vice '	-
Said he 'The nood is very nice '	-
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'My pants ' cried I 'unguarded lie	B2
Beside my peaceful couch	B
My second best pair with the stripes	L2
Red gold within their pouch	B
Thieves Murder Burglars FIRE ' cried I	B2
Sighed he 'Oh spires against the sky '	-
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Then in my pink pyjamas clad	I2
I danced before his eyes	M2
In anger impotent I sought	I2
His car with savage cries	M2
He pushed me from him with a moan	N2
'Go 'way ' he said 'You're out of tone '	-
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'Why do I pay my rates ' I yelled	I2
'What are policemen for	O2
Come I demand good cop demand	I2
Protection from the law '	-
'You're out of drorin' too ' said he	J2
'Still s'pose I better go an' see '	-
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I guided him a down the street	I2
And now he stayed to view	P2
The changing sky and now he paused	I2
Before some aspect new	P2
And thus at length we gained my gate	I2
'Too late ' I cried 'Alas too late '	-
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Too late to save my household gods	Q2
My treasures rich and rare	X
My ransacked cupboards yawned agape	R2
My sideboard too was bare	X
And there beside my tumbled couch	B
My trousers lay with rifled pouch	B
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'Now haste thee cop ' I called again	G
'Let not thy footsteps lag	S2
The thief can not be far away	T2
Haste to regain the swag '	-
His arms I saw him outward fling	K2
He moaned 'Where did you get that thing '	-
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With startled state I looked to where	X
His anguished gaze was bent	I2
And hanging by my wardrobe was	U2
A Christmas Supplement	I2
A thing I'd got for little price	O
And framed because I thought it nice	O
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It was a Coloured Supplement	I2
The frame I thought was neat	I2
It showed a dog a little maid	I2
Whose face was very sweet	I2
A kitten and some odds and ends	V2
The title rather apt was 'Friends '	-
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'Accursed Philistine ' I heard	I2
The strange policeman hiss	W2
Between his teeth 'O wretched man	T
Was I hired here for this	W2
O Goth Suburbanite Repent	I2
Tear down that Christmas Supplement '	-
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And as athwart my burgled pane	X2
The tortured storm wrack raced	I2
He bowed his head upon his hands	Y2
And wept and wept and wept	I2
So on the whole it seems to me	J2
Art and policemen don't agree	J2

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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