A-way from all dan-ger,
Locked up in his cell,
It seemed for young Stu-art,
Things weren’t go-ing well.
E-vents on the out-side,
Were go-ing his way.
The police had no rea-son
To keep him that day.
For Stan said that no-one
Had tak-en some trees.
He’d not seen an-y-one
But Chris on his knees
He’d dragged him back home-wards
Tried to make him well,
If Stu-art had been there
He just could not tell.
Go-light-ly was ang-ry,
But Stan wouldn’t budge.
He smiled at the police-man
Who won’t bear a grudge.
Stan said he was sor-ry
Not to help him more,
He’d been more con-cerned with
That lad on the floor.
The Con-sta-ble had to
Try out a new tack,
Took Eve in to ques-tion
About her att-ack.
She plead-ed ig-nor-ance,
She’d not seen a soul.
If some-one had been there,
He’d left her a-lone.
Go-light-ly asked out-right
A-bout that fel-low,
Who’d knocked him right over
In-to lots of snow.
Eve said she’d seen no-one,
But some-times out-side,
Strange men in her gar-den
Had cho-sen to hide.
He did not be-lieve her
Not one word of it!
But need-ed a state-ment,
Or they’d have to quit.
Go-light-ly thought some-one
Should have to do time,
But loss of dig-nit-y
Was not a big crime.
When int-er-viewed Stu-art
De-nied be-ing there.
Until they’d pounced on him
He was oth-er-where.
He’d just gone to Eve’s house
For a bit of fun,
When the police had jumped him,
They’d got the wrong man!
He did not know what had
Gone on there be-fore.
The some-one who bashed them
Was not him, be sure!
There were ma-ny oth-ers
Out drink-ing that night,
It was near-ly Christ-mas
Some drunks like a fight!
The last roll of the dice
Was the leath-er strip,
That from his good jack-et
Had been known to rip.
Stu told them quite bold-ly
That the last week-end,
He’d ripped it whilst tak-ing
A walk with a friend.
They knew that he’d been there,
His coat told them that,
But no trees were tak-en
And so that was that!
The oth-er small prob-lem
The P.C. was sure,
He could-not be cer-tain
Who’d run from that door.
Go-light-ly sighed deep-ly,
Sat back in his chair,
Per-haps they’d nev-er know,
It was so un-fair!
Des-pite all their runn-ing
A-round on that night,
Their only con-vic-tion:
D.W.I.
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