BLUE

Blue flashing lights, police everywhere, hammering at my door with cold blue eyes and clean blue uniforms, now turning my flat upside down, planting blue films on me, taking me down the station, kicking me black and blue, that's what our boys in blue like to do. 
I scream blue murder till tears roll down my bruised face.  I never cry - well, once in a blue moon.


The sergeant with blue five o'clock shadow sits down.
'I'm innocent', I say, till I'm blue in the face.


He shakes his head.


'You had the chance to co-operate, but you blew it!'