My Cop

Shop, shop, shop till I drop.
Through the muddy roads I sop.
And while I am shopping and sopping and dropping...
A cop bops my top and hops through the sop.
Well, my eyes sort of pop, as he flops to a stop.
His body goes plop, and he drops in that sop.
He cannot hop op.
He calls for his pop, but my wrath will not stop.
I sop where he's plopped, and poor pig slop on his cop's top.
Now he'll HAVE to chop his ugly mop!