Walking the beat in Port Adelaide streets
On a spring day to greet the people we would meet
There were after-hours cards to update
For someone to contact out of hours in our wait
If someone broke in or broke a window
They could come to the premises in one go
And providing a presence, up and down the roads
Dealing with things in routine police beat mode
After lunch at about 1 in the early afternoon
We were tasked to the Golden Port Tavern saloon
A young woman was there with a visiting seaman
The allegation was that she had taken from this friend
He was missing his wallet so he accused her
But she denied it and what it did for her infer
As we were speaking with her on the side of the street
When she became very angry so complete
And said, "Search me now, I haven't got his wallet"
Pulling up her jumper and exposing her breasts to show it
A female police officer came and searched her not finding the money
With the search of the woman not making her any more happy
The wallet minus money was found in the women's toilet cistern
And we didn't have enough to charge her or any more to discern
Whether she had really taken the wallet or it was another one
With the seaman walking away not happy with lost money done.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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