KNOBBY THE KNUCKLER

Well Knobby by day was a butler But by night...a knuckler You see... He would be A lady and gentleman's dream 8 till 4 But once he was out that door A nice guy he was...no more He couldn't be, Could he.. Cos' when you are a contract man... To the boss to carry out wham, bam, slam... On his enemies With his rolled up sleevies But I suppose his boss being a chief of police Who makes sure he don't get fleeced By the hoi polloi Who in turn are the ones he protects but like an itch they do annoy So as both are called the same Name.. Norbert They are both herberts So their position in society is immaterial.. As in the mind they are are carrying out a medicinal... Need To reduce crime, a seed That needs to be controlled at source And reduce the spread by gentle force And persuasion Just another form of public liaison... After all That is what butlers and top coppers do, prevent their charges into bad ways.... fall PHILIP JEREMY WILSON Written in The Poetry Factory between 1st and 23rd of July 2021 Thank you Paul Ellis for sussing my twist after giving him a brief outline of its intended content