A night out

So there I was in Lisson Grove,
no money for the bus,
my mobile out of juice
and fairly fit to cuss.

No friend was near, nor stranger,
past midnight, all alone,
I crawled the hapless pavement
in search of hearth & home.

Just then a flashing light appeared,
white and blue in hue,
and then my hand descended
on a size-twelve leather shoe.

The policeman was a friendly chap,
we shared a joke or three;
when I woke up my sorry butt
was locked in Cell Block C.


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