The Psychology Cop

One morn, as Robert Ristwatch Rice
Sped Childsward for his midday meal,
Upon his shoulder, like a vise,
He felt a grip of steel.

And in his ear a voice there hissed
(With spirits fraught, and crime),
And something snapped around his wrist
That did not tell the time.

“I’ve pinched yer now!” (devoid of tact
Was Sergeant Fay). “For shame!
Yer Hun! I caught yer in the act
Insultin’ that there dame!

“That skirt there in the showy lid,
And muff of classy fur.”
“My word!” cried Robert Rice, “I did
Not even speak to her.”

“What’s words to me, just froth and foam!
I’m a psycholic guy—
I lamp yer thoughts inside yer dome
With my subconscious eye!”

“Then you should know,” said Rice, “I’m a
MISOGYNIST!”—“By Gee!
That settles you!” cried Sergeant Fay;
“You come along with me.”