Things are getting way too serious up in here lately.  I’m trying to lighten the mood, so here’s a goofy short poem I wrote back in my NoVa days.  (For those outside this fair Commonwealth, “NoVa” is slang for “Northern Virginia.”)

Hot Cop
protects the Pentagon.
She’s the Lovely Blue Line, people.
You sure can’t call it
“Homely Security.”
If glances were misdemeanors
I’d be a suspect.

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2016