As today is National Poetry time
All my posts will be written in rhyme
Or at least semi-rhyming with a variable meter,
With one proper poem being posted up here later.

The Knock

Knock! Knock! Knock! on the front door of my flat
I woke up with a start thinking “Who the hell is that?”
Outside it was dark so I had something of a fright
I’d not before been knocked up in the middle of the night

The rapping was persistent so I got something to wear
And peered out through the spyhole to spy out who was there
I saw two burly polis from the Central Scotland belt
At least my dressing gown lacked a collar to be felt

I greeted them and listened, frown etched upon my face
As they told me they’d been called about a ruckus at my place
It was half an hour to midnight I gleaned from the one less burlier
I explained that I’d been sleeping for the sixty minutes earlier

They checked the address from the call that they’d received
And although it surely was mine, they rightly both believed
That there had been no disturbance and still, standing in the hall,
They checked the caller’s number; I hadn’t made the call

All of us were puzzled but prepared to leave it there
We said polite goodnights and they headed down the stair
My early night disrupted, I headed back to bed
With plots, pranks and conspiracies whirling through my head
Relieved that I hadn’t been served with some indictment
But struggling to get to sleep after the excitement