Hanging Out Poem by Buxton Shippy

We were just boys hanging out,
On a full-moon night;
Hoping to see a few girls go by.

But before we knew it
The policemen arrived on the seen,
I felt something strange;
It's never good,
When they showed up like this.

One police
Picked out Johnny
While the others stared us down;
I did not hear what Johnny said to him
But I heard the slap
And saw Johnny's head snapped back.

After all that
They jumped in their van
And left the seen.

We picked up Johnny,
He was still dazed;
He struggled for the first step
But him walked home alright.

His mother saw us coming,
From a distance;
She could tell
Something was wrong;
She rushed toward us
And hugged her son.

'What did he do this time'?
Nothing Mam,
We were just hanging out.