A Losing Battle

My husband tapped a scooter
And it fell down on the street.
No damage done – a doorman
Stood it back up on its “feet.”

But later on, our doorbell rang,
A policeman standing by,
Demanding information
So my husband did comply.

Seems the owner of the scooter
Learned what happened and was pissed.
Some damages (invisible)
Were done, he did insist.

He bought the cops some coffee
And a summons then was writ
For inflicting “harm” and leaving,
Thereby not reporting it.

My son says we should fight it –
It’s a bogus trumped-up charge,
But oftentimes collusion
And authority loom large.

When guilt becomes a contest
Based on what somebody said,
It’s easier to pay the fine
And suck it up instead.