Robbery Poem by Phil Soar

'Ditch the attitude young man'
The policeman said to me
'You're bang to rights, caught red-handed
And bound for our new J.P.'
They took me into custody
I couldn't cut the mustard
I'd stolen from a Liquor store
My mother was disgusted
My father came to post my bail
They released me to his care
I hadn't kept his cans of ale
That's why he'd sent me there
He took me to a quiet lane
And broke my legs in two
He was an alcoholic
I'm afraid he'd had a few!