Poem: Geoff Cochrane Is Really Out There

How can I write when Geoff Cochrane is out there?

(Something I’ve often wondered).

But it’s worse – still – when this close to home.

There he is at the end of my street.

Pretending to wait for a bus…

When really he’s been sent – sent himself out on a mission – to stop

all possible fraudsters. He’s got me. (I can only just spell P-O-E-M).

How can I write when G…