Of course it wasn’t me
It was him
Moon faced
With cat eyes
In spotted pyjamas,

Captain Scarlet like
Arguing with the bus driver
When he tried paying
For a £2 fare
In 5p coins,

It wasn’t me
Arguing with the driver
It was legal tender
All the way
Til the inspector arrived

Then the police

And his four mates
Appearing like vultures

Then more police

And other bus travellers
Tweeting like sparrows

Crossbred with Rotweilers
Locked in a digital fortress
All the way to the Police Station

Kicking and screaming 
To Court
Then the cells

Forged in a mis-mash
Of backhanders
And forgotten mobiles. 

(Waiting for Nancy will return shortly with Part IX)