Could the Professionals Drink and Waltz?
The cops conducted a lounge-bar raid
and caught hold of a swigging IT maid.
An inspector owned that place
and so the girl had a face
to go, dance and on the floor be laid.
The surplus perks led them for alcohol to swill
but when rounded up for nuisance, their spines felt chill.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah

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