Wrongful Arrest

She barged through the doors of the bank with her gun And shot the security guard just for fun She fired her gun and yelled “Down on the floor, I’ve shot me one man, I could shoot a few more!” One customer, Jenna, said, “Hold up, you cretin, You half witted loser, it’s jail you’ll be gettin, You charge in this bank with that soppy old pistol I think I might kick your ass from here to Bristol.” The robber, fired two bullets into the ceiling And said, “I shall shoot anybody not kneeling.” Jenna said, “I’m gonna laugh as you fry.” The robber said, “You’d better reach for the sky.” Armed police turned up; one lady arrested Based on the ‘facts’ that another attested The robber’s at home playing video games And Jenna’s in jail for calling her names And all the police wonder what to expect Now that they’ve lost any public respect At lunch break they wonder how low they could stoop When they’re as inviting as watered down soup. [What a coincidence; a poem about someone called Jenna enduring an injustice. Pure chance… honest, Guvnor!]