A Losing Battle

My husband tapped a scooter And it fell down on the street. No damage done – a doorman Stood it back up on its “feet.” But later on, our doorbell rang, A policeman standing by, Demanding information So my husband did comply. Seems the owner of the scooter Learned what happened and was pissed. Some damages (invisible) Were done, he did insist. He bought the cops some coffee And a summons then was writ For inflicting “harm” and leaving, Thereby not reporting it. My son says we should fight it – It’s a bogus trumped-up charge, But oftentimes collusion And authority loom large. When guilt becomes a contest Based on what somebody said, It’s easier to pay the fine And suck it up instead.