Police – Don’t Turn Your Back In A Knife Fight Poem by Paul Warren

One Sunday afternoon we got the call
To an address where the neighbours heard a brawl
Of shouting and fighting from inside the house
When we parked in the street it was quiet as a mouse

So with partner we walked to the front door
And heard some moaning from the hall floor
We shouted the police were now here
And a feeble voice answered so weak and in fear

Looking through the window next to the door
We saw an older man on his belly on the floor
Sticking out from his back there was a carving knife
And it became apparent that violence was rife

Weakly he said wait I’m a bit crook
So we forced the door and into the house for a look
In the lounge room there was a lady sitting
Without a stitch of clothing on her back she was wearing

With a smoke and a flagon of cheap wine in the hand
She said what the hell do want in a voice that wasn’t our fan
An ambulance came and took the man away
The woman got dressed taken to the station for a cell stay

It came out that there had been an argument that day
That ended in violence as the day wasted away
When his back was turned in the kitchen she made a move
With a carving knife stabbed between the shoulders in the groove

But in the end she got away with the crime
Because the man wouldn’t give evidence at the time
I suppose the moral to this story is
Don’t turn your back during a knife fight to live!

© Paul Warren Poetry