OFFICER IN CHARGE

 

Black, smoky wool covered the sky

And darkness showered from up high

Blind birds lightened the street with mild music

Even the trees could not help but dance to it

The street was dark and deserted at this time

And a woman in black stood by watching for crime

Like a shadow, she stood stern with her black baton

She’d have to mellow, I thought, my mind ranting

“You!’’ I heard. She beckoned to me with authority

“What is it?’’  I thought, still holding my temerity

She approached me with her touch at my face

Uhh, I shielded my eyes from the rays

“Who are you?’’ the mellifluous voice sounded

“This must be a babe,’’ my silly mind pounded

Her light roamed around my golden chain and Gucci watch

It flashed on my timberland shoes, then went off

“I’m the officer in change. Who are you?” She asked again

Obstinacy was uncalled for, so I whispered my name

“Uhmm, sounds sexy,” she said, her teeth sparkling

I couldn’t see her face but knew she was smiling

Right then, a car appeared down the road

Its beam shone on her, and wow! She was gold

She was an enchanting emerald in the police cloth

A heart-stopping, beguilingly bewitching beauty to behold

The tension began to get visibly thick

The man in me had woken and acted widely sick

“I’m the officer in charge,’’ She repeated

I barely heard, my mind was too excited

Her touch and baton dropped, and forward, she moved

Carried away by my soul-smooching looks

I advanced also, my blood getting warm

The night was romantic, the birds gave us songs

Two hours later, she was cool and smartly dressed

I must let you know, I was very impressed

An officer in charge performing stunts?

Uhh! How could I have been this blunt?

“I’m still the officer in charge,” She said for the last time

“Yes you are,” I retorted, my hand on her back side

What a fulfilled duty she had that night

She got vigour and worked with all her might.