Greasy Plates Poem by John Sensele

'Doreen, didn't you grab my white man
That time we rode in a van? '
James sprang to his feet
And beat a hasty retreat.

'Cindy, did I hear your daughter right?
We're at this police station to sort out her plight...
She has the nerve to utter such nonsense?
No, it doesn't make sense.'

Cindy whispered words in James's ear
As to tears she drew near.
'Maggie has gone mad.
It makes me so sad.'

Maggie's family gathered under a tree
No face showed any glee.
'I suggest we drop this case.
It's a tough round of chess.'

Maggie confronted Doreen
Who couldn't suppress a grin.
'What are you laughing at
You, fat cat! '

'Cindy, discipline your daughter.
This is no laughing matter.'
James raced to his car
And stroked his cheek scar.

Sergeant Mark hammered his office table
'Aren't you able
To behave like adults
Or are you such lousy louts? '

Cindy poured tears of shame
Cos Maggie had soiled her name.
'Maggie, whose case is this?
Give Doreen a kiss.'

Maggie smacked Doreen
Who despite wearing green
Hit back. 'Maggie, don't be silly...
I don't want your Billy.'

'Sergeant Mark
Can you control this spark
Before I kill this harlot
Who yaks a lot! '

'Alright, constable Mark
I'm sorry I did bark.
I'm dropping this case
Even if it means I'm losing face.'

Constable Mark threw Maggie into a cell
To spend a spell
Among inmates
Washing heaps of greasy plates.