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