THE BIKE WITH NO LIGHTS

Policemen
Look at this!
Look at this!
It’s a madman on a bike!
Watch yourself! Out the way!
He hasn’t got any lights!
And wearing dark clothes too!
Oh, the ignorant fool.
I knew it, he blew it.
He’s crashed into that tree;
And rather him than me!

Connor
He doesn’t look too good.
Shall we help the poor soul?
Looks like he’s hurt his shoulder
And damaged his bike.

Policemen
Wouldn’t bother, Mr Glee,
It’s his fault riding at night,
Having no lights front or back
It darn well serves him right!

Cyclist
I thank you mate, I’m lost for words
But from now on, I think I’ll walk!

(Travers takes Connor aside)

Travers
Just hang about!
I know you are our MP
About my age,
But something is bothering me…
The back of my mind…
You remind me of someone
I used to know.
A man who had no conscience
He had no soul.
But sorry, Sir
It just seems queer!

Connor
Speak up my man, I’d like to hear.

Travers
I once knew this man for ages,
To be honest and be frank,
He’s a con man and rogue trader
Who completely broke a bank.
And I wonder where he went to
As he left and walked away.
For he promised to do better
And I hope he changed his ways.
I don’t suppose he did though
He was something of a rake,
And I doubt he’d change forever,
Not if I know Connor Blake!

Connor
You think your man could never change
Or show no sign of moderation or contrition?
You think this man would carry on
With his deceit and lying ways
To lose more money?
And what makes you go and think
That I could be your man?

Travers
Well, you look a little like him
At the time he had a beard.
And it seems you’re good and honest
And the man I knew was weird!
He could mend, or could break
But I hope not for his sake.

(Travers departs)