South West One One, <br />Night relief, <br />Switchboard operator, <br />At the nick. <br /> <br />Light! <br />A call for help? <br />Guess? <br />Wrong! <br />Duty officer wants to know what's on. <br /> <br />Dry mouth, slow eyes, <br />South West Eleven Three a.m, <br />Tyres on wet outside, <br />White sports car, <br />Dolly girl with sheepskin bloke, <br />Stop line overreving, <br />Breathalyser heading. <br /> <br />Inside, <br />Smoke, fag ends, sweat, <br />And Seven Twenty Six, <br />Conversation, <br />Car, house, kids, <br />Wife! <br />Life! <br />Drop out! <br /> <br />Light! <br />Landlord and tenant misunderstanding, <br />South West Eleven, <br />Common happening, <br />Over to you - Four Eighty Two. <br /> <br />Jet airliner, <br />Over South West One One, <br />B.A.C. One Eleven, <br />Noise abatement agitator, <br />Can't you fly no higher. <br /> <br />Dawn on way, Pavement drying <br />Heard a baby crying, <br />Red bus, Red eyed coppers, <br />Chars, <br />Clapham Common 'queers' gone home, <br />Switchboard operator too.<br /><br />Stuart Roy McIVOR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/south-west-one-one-night-relief/
