Three For The Price of one.

You can hide.
But you can't run.
Shouted the policeman .
Trough his loudhailer.
To the no legs fugitive.

No cigarettes in the ashtray.
Thank goodness for that.
I detest smoking.
If i was meant to smoke.
I would have a bloody chimney on my head.

The bells.
The bells.
I hate those bloody bells.
Shouted a hung over Quasimodo.