Credit where credit’s due,
your five-day jaunt was good,
to leave a human zoo,
to walk the neighbourhood,
did you flee out of fear,
or did you do it out of ego?
Either or, there was no cheer,
for someone so unknown,
squared circle was a towpath,
your breaths, were very deep,
off-duty cop, sure did the maths,
a memory you shall keep,
where in Belmarsh, I envisage,
you’ll reminisce with pride,
the days you robbed the privilege,
as you plainly, stay inside,
Heathfield Road, you sound so nice,
but you’re clearly out of shape,
you’re no centre, curing vice,
so easy to escape,
hence, Wandersworth you are,
not able to contain,
your kitchen door is ajar,
there he goes again!