My hat

I went to the courthouse to pay my sweet fine

For running a red light just past nick of time

Stood in line for ten minutes, was next up for coerce

When up came this sentry of the Achillean force

Now I'm sixty plus grey haired and walk with a limp

I perceived of no motive from this meddlesome blimp

My hat was the culprit he astutely surmised

The long line behind me was greatly surprised

“Does our Queen need her reverence in places of law?”

But this way of reasoning was found to have flaw

His take on my homage caused him to be cautious

So he called for his back up in case I became noxious

It was simply the rule that in presence of dictum

Our heads should be empty in case they fell victim

To spurts of insanity which may lead to onslaught

When paying high costs for acts wickedly fraught

Now not really thinking I took both my hands

Doffing said scourge gently from diminishing strands

And folded it inwards with great loving care

When horror of horrors, there's a gun in my stare

"You'll drop that right now put your hands in the air"

So gently it drifted and fell in a chair

My hands went to heaven, the crowd scattered wide

“Quite honestly sir, I have nothing to hide”

My ticket was paid to the cashier she'd greyed

My bank account lightened by more than a shade

The crowd gave me leeway as I gimped to the door

Most combing their tangles to keep the decor