Poetry Police

People should be warned, people should get wise, Or else they might find, a nasty surprise, Early hours, Tuesday, sirens broke the peace, That was the sound of Poetry Police, Rushing to the door, I asked “what’s my crime? You know, that I, take my books back on time”. Politely smiling, they brushed me aside, Only then I knew, that I couldn’t hide, Loose leaf, single sheets, gliding to the ground, Incriminating, alliterative sound, Crying in the dock, I said, “Judge you’re wrong, Everyone knows, this sentence is too long…”