The Garden Thieves

I stopped a policeman in the road,
And said I beg your pardon
I believe that thieves are stealing leaves
And half my mother’s garden.

Really the policeman said,
You’d better tell me more,
Well I said they arrived at one,
But had disappeared by four.

They drove a van right up our drive,
I saw them bold as brass,
They grabbed a rake and stole the leaves,
That had fallen on the grass.

They chopped a branch from mothers tree,
And dug holes in the border,
What these thieves require I said
Is a dose of law and order

The policeman smiled and looked at me,
And then he scratched his head,
Do you remember what was written,
Across their van he said?

Oh yes I proudly answered,
I even wrote it down,
The sign read “garden maintenance”
“The cheapest rates in town”

©RS2010