And he stood with his key in his hand.
Then he looked for the key-hole and found it was there!
He'd found his way home as he'd planned.
But the key wouldn't fit or the hole was too small!
He was mumbling and fumbling away
Constable who was
out on patrol Smith
Just happened to come round that way.
With his brain full of holes like a sieve,
quite firmly to him..... Smith
'Are you certain it's here that you live?'
'Of course I live here! Have a go with my key
And you'll see for yourself that it fits!'
Said Robbie, who though he was feeling quite rough,
Was still in control of his wits.
Sure enough when the Constable tried-out the key
It fitted the door to perfection.
So 'Come in!' said
Robbie, quite pleased with
'I'm sure that you'd like an inspection!
See, this is my table, and this is my chair;
My kitchen is just through that door!
That photo up there is my old
Auntie . Flo
And, upstairs, I can show you much more!'
When they got to the bedroom the policeman exclaimed
Robbie, now who might that be
In bed with your wife?'
Robbie thought for a bit
And said 'Well I never! It's ME!'