In March in year Two Thou and Nine,
You may recall, a gun
Was something thought not very fine –
Not even owned for fun. 

One had to turn each weapon in
To your cop-shop nearby,
Or be arrested for the sin
Your gun, to keep, to try.

‘All jolly well and good,’ I said,
‘But what if robbers take
Ideas into each crooked head
A raid on them to make?

‘Then crooks will have my firearms –
All I can throw right back
Are insults, which for bod’ly harms
Creation, show a lack!’

I like my sticks that bang and pop,
Projecting chunks of lead …
‘Apply for licence you can’t stop
Me doing!’ ‘s what I said.

And so it was, right then and there,
Filled papers by the score;
Gave fingerprints, and tore my hair,
When, info., they asked more!

And then I had to write a quiz
With answers weird and wild,
It was a tricky little biz
Remaining meek and mild.

From there I had to take a course
On how to shoot, one morn –
‘Oh come; I’d shooting skills in force
Before you, son, were born!’

Certificate they handed me
To show com-pet-en-cy –
Which, had they not, then off their tree
They’d have branched out to be.

And then they said that I should wait …

I waited for a year …

And yet another, was my fate …

And then for nine months clear …

(Oh, in this time, they did request
A picture of my safe
Where guns were stored; I thought it best
If them such thing I gafe.)

And this month came an SMS –
They had something for me –
Two cards; and yet another … guess? …
Cert. of Com-pet-en-cy!

‘Now, lamb-inate this!’ they did cry,
Though, with its size, it’s fate
Is that I think I’d rather try
To make that ‘sheep-inate’!

And now when guns in safe I store,
Or carry, out of sight,
I’m totally within the law –
My cards give me the right!

© Colonialist December 2011 (Letterdash/WordPress)

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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  1. bluebee says:

    When I got hijacked mine got taken and has probably been used in countless other hijackings – not really sure how useful they are…


  2. adeeyoyo says:

    Oh, bloody hell! Need to sort my dingus out in the new year, Col. Ag, well, nevermind I can also d r a g it out…


  3. colonialist says:

    It was a l…o…o…n…n…g process!

    They go with a bounce, or are just tyresome?


  4. Gracious: glad it all got sorted eventually, Col!
    You can make verse do india-rubber-tricks, I swear you can.


  5. granny1947 says:

    Remind me not to mess with you!


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