The drinkers are coming out

But like the other pubs they are not alone

They are rowdy and they stagger about

Most looking for a taxi to get home.

The stragglers move on

Some feel hungry with the smell of food

Now a queue forming everyone wants one

So far they are still in a good mood.

Some are looking for a fight

The police intervene to stop the gang

It’s the usual Saturday night

Handcuffed and in the back of the police van, doors close bang, bang.

The groups of people become bigger by now

So the police send for back up for more men

One thing leads to another and there’s a row

More arrests are made as most end up in vans by then.

It’s three in the morning the streets are quiet

The councilmen clean the dirty streets by four

You wouldn’t think that a couple of hours ago there was a riot

Transformed, it’s cleaned of evidence of the night before.