Knock At The Door Poem by Philip Carter

Knock At The Door



The pub was broken into
They came in through a weak spot
The fruit machine got smashed up
But they didn't get a lot
Motion sensors didn't go off
Though all the alarms were set
The CCTV was filming
So a face I'm sure they'll get
You may have took the money
Because you think you're poor
It's no excuse, so please expect
A policeman at your door.

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Wrote this when in the pub, just after they were broken into.
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