She grabbed him, holding him tight to her lap,
Saying ,"Now boy shut up or you're in for a slap"

Somehow he wriggled; out and away
He really had enough for today

Off he went, he ran and he ran.
He'd had enough and would go see his Nan.

His Nan could fix things; she always could
She would fight his corner and show he was good

All safe and smug in Nan's doting affection
He basked warmly in his halo's reflection.

But not for long; a knock-knock is heard
The police have arrived and will not be deterred

But his Nan intervened now and said he'd be good,
Cos he'd frightened himself when he saw all that blood.

"Right young man, you can be sure;
I don't like, the fuzz at my door!"

They've got a few questions , you must answer them straight,
And about an incident at Bubbenhall Gate.

The questions came forth which caused him to squirm;
"Now come on lad" as they tried to affirm.

"I'll not tell you a thing, you big stupid man"
And with that, the caution began

"Anything you say may be taken down..."
".. and held against you, so don't be a clown."

With a sigh of despair and frustration as well
The officers decide to lock him up for a spell

You can forget the grub, we won't keep you long,
Just get in the car son, we'll release you anon.

Nan said, now get on with it , you've nuthin to hide.
Nuthin to be scared of, just hurtin yer pride.