The Bells are Ringing

This is for all key holders who look after premises over the festive season who get called out because someone has put up dodgy decorations.

The Bells are Ringing

T’was the night before Christmas
And all through the house,
Nothing was stirring,
Not even a mouse.

Then the phone rang
And it shattered the peace,
T’was the call I’d been dreading,
It was the police.

” Merry Christmas! The voice said,
It’s bad news I’m bringing,
I’m sorry to say
Your alarm bells are ringing”.

So out of my bed
I jump with a thump,
Slip on a mat
And land on my rump.

In my cold car
I speed through the night,
Is it burglars I wonder
Am I in for a fight!

I arrive at the school
And unlock the main gate,
All alone in the world,
Not even a mate.

The bells are all ringing,
The corridors dark,
I pretend I’m a guard dog
And give a loud bark.

“HEEL SATAN” I shout
As I walk through the gloom,
The log on the key pad
Say’s this is the room.

So I take a deep breath
And I open the door
Shouting ” ARMED POLICE..
LAY ON THE FLOOR”.

I flick on the light switch,
My adrenalin high
And what do you think
Meets my glowering eye?

A spiral of tinsel
Had been taped to the ceiling,
It had come adrift
And had set the bells pealing.

Grrr..I’ll find out who did this,
And when I detect’em,
I’ll be shoving that tinsel,
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In the spirit of Christmas I have omitted the last line of my poem..

© Martin Silvester 6/12/2015

If you enjoyed this, you may also be interested in reading my first book of poems called Last Apple on The Tree