The Policeman - Found!

Finally, after seven years, I have located the first verse of 'The Policeman', and the author, Clive Sansom.  I located it via a Google book sample of 'Modern Radiant Readers', though the book I read it from originally was a poetry book.

The noise that annoys
All the naughty little boys
Is the tramp of the feet
Of the policeman on his beat,
With a frown, with a frown,
As he walks up and down,
With a frown.

As he holds up his hand,
All the traffic has to hand.
Every car, every bus
Has to stop without a fuss.
They must wait in a row
Till the Policeman tells them: 'Go!'
They must wait till the Policeman tells them: 'Go!'

And if anyone's about
Who shouldn't be about,
Then there isn't any doubt
He should very soon look out
For the tramp of the feet
Of the Policeman on his beat,
For the tramp of his feet on the beat.

And I remembered another poem from that poetry book, Choosing Shoes, written by Frida Wolfe.  This too would have been part of the poetry competition for memorising and reciting the most lines correctly.

New shoes, new shoes,
Red and pink and blue shoes.
Tell me, what would you choose,
If they'd let us buy?

Buckle shoes, bow shoes,
Pretty pointy-toe shoes,
Strappy, cappy low shoes;
Let's have some to try.

Bright shoes, white shoes,
Dandy-dance-by-night shoes,
Perhaps-a-little-tight shoes,
Like some? So would I.

BUT

Flat shoes, fat shoes,
Stump-along-like-that shoes,
Wipe-them-on-the-mat shoes,
That's the sort they'll buy.

Dandy-dance-by-night shoes eh?  Whatever they were meant to be!!