JUSTICE

my brother had this friend
right cocky git
went by the name of
'Bradman' or 'Bradbury'
or some suchlike

it was when we were living
in Waterlooville,
a  new town
on the outskirts of Pompey

'Bradman' had a
motor bike
smallish but new,
I guess he must have been spoilt
but I can't remember

he was showing off
in our drive,
revving away
and hoisting the front
bit of the bike
in the air
as these people do

well some heavenly
or satanic agency
must have been watching.
SUDDENLY
he lost control
of the thing,
shot off down the drive,
across the pavement,
across the grass verge
by the kerb,
across the road
up over the kerb
and the grass verge
on the other side of the road,
across a front lawn
and finally fortunately
for him, hit the front glass porch of
the house opposite
at a fairly leisurely pace

It was quite a
demonstration of ineptness,
how he did it I do not know,
don't these things have brakes?
I guess he panicked and forgot
where the brakes were.
whatever
it was a pleasurable moment
for all who witnessed it