Donald Stocking,

Did you know,

years ago,

my brother and his friend

waylaid your dad

by the lifts

in the flats

with replica guns?

 

Because they thought my mum

would be the one

to come in

next.

 

Poor Mr. Stocking,

scared because my brother and his friend

were seventeen,

not little boys.

 

Better if he had

put a stocking on his head

and waylaid them

instead.