The Boy’s friend Jack, wouldn’t stop dropping trash
Whether dawdling or in a dreadful dash,
Over this habit, the friends would clash.
Our Boy kept asking him to stop,
But Jack wouldn’t listen, more litter did he drop.
One day, he was spotted by a police, cop.
Chucking his rubbish into the street,
He felt himself lifted off his feet,
As the policeman removed him from the street.
Into the police car, he was quickly bundled,
The speed of which, made his brain befuddled.
The policemen told Jack, he’d broken the law,
A fine had to be paid, whether rich or poor.
Or time in jail, for about a year.
Jack, by now, was full of fear
“I want my mother.” Cried Jack in tears.
Jack vowed, never again, to litter the ground,
Now a bin, is always found.