Plod in the car park and
Plod on the stairs,
Plod on the landing,
Sitting on chairs;
Hoping to find them
A witness, or more,
To the bad altercation
Last night by the door.
We heard people shouting
At each other with hate,
Couldn't make out the words,
The hour was quite late;
Then screams and some crying
As one person snapped,
The blood-spattered floor
Could attest to that fact.
Yes, it was all go this morning,
Lots of Plod all around,
But I think they'll find no-one
Saw a thing or heard a sound...
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