PROD

PROD

A Poem by Phil Roberts
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Another true story from the annals of idiocy :/

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My pal Pete had this cousin
Who was always known as Prod
He had earned this name at school
Because he was always prodding his friends
For the answers to teacher's questions

Now Prod was a likeable and friendly guy
But, alas, the police knew him well 
He had a penchant for breaking and entry
Not peoples homes, thankfully
His thing was robbing garages
Tires, spares, cash or anything else
Whenever a garage was screwed
Prod was the first port of call

Anyway, on this day I'm thinking of
Pete and me were chatting to Prod
Just casually shooting the breeze
As you do on a sunny Saturday
And a cop car crawled past us
A passer-by spoke up cheerfully
"Eyup, prod! Yer cab's here!"

     By Phil Roberts

© 2016 Phil Roberts


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Taxi for prod !!!! On one particularly boozy New Year's Eve, I climbed into a police car, mistaking it for a taxi. Luckily, unlike numerous other occasions, they let my friends take me away, with only a warning of "next time". Enjoyed the read

Posted 8 Years Ago


Phil Roberts

8 Years Ago

I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

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Phil Roberts
Phil Roberts

macclesfield, north-west, United Kingdom



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I'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..

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