To celebrate the Royal Wedding, we in Bristol have had a ceremonial procession of police riot vans, much waving from the balcony (down at Telepathic Heights), and a fly-past by the helicopter. Well, more of a sustained hover.So I did get to write a poem on the occasion of the royal marriage. Sort of.
Constabulary helicopter hovering there,(picture was the nearest thing to on-topic in my collection, hey ho)
Keeping tabs on protestor and squatter;
Oh, body-armoured bobbies, we don't care
How big or throbbing is your bloody chopper.
