Forgive me Lord - for I have sinned . . .
Put my rubbish in the neighbours' bin . . .
It wasn’t if there wasn’t enough room . .
.
Did she have to hit me with her broom . .
. ?
All the neighbours gathered for a laugh .
. .
In fact in the end there was quite a cast
. . .
After that hit - I was amazed I survived .
. .
Wasn’t long before the police arrived . .
.
The police took statements in their scores
. . .
Routing though the rubbish - is this yours
. . . ?
Holding high a plastic bag - knotted neatly
. . .
“Yes” I am afraid it is - I replied so sweetly
. . .
The evidence bagged - I was taken away . .
.
Charged - up in court - they made my day
. . .
Named and shamed - a 100 pound fine . . .
Then community service I was assigned . .
.
Now I’m picking rubbish up off the street
. . .
So never again my sins will I ever repeat
. . .
After that I was clever and knew the score
. . .
With no one looking - shit outside her
door . . .
I heard her screams and smiled in content
. . .
Learned my lesson - revenge is heaven sent
. . .
Indiana Shaw . . . : )
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