Treasure Island

David Wood

(07 April 1950 / London)

The Bus Stop Flasher


The police looked here
The police looked there,
Oh, those police looked everywhere.
Behind the library, through the shops,
Around the corner where the bus stops.
They tried the High Street – not there
They couldn’t find him anywhere.
Those who saw him didn’t see his face
Because when they did, off he’d race.
Doris saw him, and to her amazement,
Her false teeth fell on the pavement
And chatted and chatted to what gain
Oh, that Bus Stop Flasher strikes again.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 16, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

A take on the scarlet pimpernel and a comment on a serious story in my local newspaper. The police didn't know where to look.

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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/16/2013 7:44:00 AM)

    Police always search and suspect if you suspect then the peek and go nice poem Imagery false teeth fantastic thanks a lot Mr David I myself is haunted as I remembered my childhood earlier my locality was full of orchard and greenery now its not my town became the capital of newly form state Jharkhand.I hope you will enjoy and if thing please let me know (Report) Reply

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