Forced Retirement

Forced Retirement

Daisy, Maisie, whatever your handle is,
Come the dawn it will go with the dew and mist,
For your name won’t really matter,
This tale’s gonna be a splatter,
In the dark you’ll meet
A death so sweet,
And I doubt that you will be missed.

Michael don’t cycle, here’s what you need to know,
A police gal is what I am, it’s time for us to go
Down to the happy cop station,
To the applause of the nation.
Now wear these cuffs,
I do not bluff,
Your reign of terror has just been blown.


Line count: 14
Rhyme scheme as per “Daisy Bell”
For Monsters Under The Bed, June 2021
Prompt: “Daisy Bell” lyrics.