Council plans finally been passed,

time for renovation in city park,

along with the hired professionals

several young men work unpaid

fulfilling community sentences.

Three lads in their early twenties,

at the end of a long, hard day

leaving the grounds, fall into line

start talking along their way.

 

The first is serving two hundred hours

for his first offence of burglary,

the second, a hundred and ten hours

for irresponsible drink driving.

The third is serving six months.

“What, no way!” says the first,

“judge can’t give you that much,

maximum's three hundred hours!”

 

“Wow, man!” says the second.

“What the hell was your crime?”

“My crime,” says the third,

feeling somewhat annoyed.

 “I’ll tell you my crime.

 I was unemployed.”