The Hole Story

A theft from auto suspect, was hiding in the lot,

Units searching high and low, to get the fellow caught.

Around the block, down the street, nowhere could he be found,

Then, One Five Four Four, Prokopetz, headed underground.

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He searched the different levels, looked in each and every stall,

But he could not find that suspect, related to this call.

He kept on looking for him, he would find him if he could,

By searching every level, he would get the suspect good.

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As Paul continued searching, he came round the final bend,

Soon to meet his destiny, when the search would reach an end.

He drove the unit forward, then the bottom fell away,

His unit crashing downwards, to really make his day.

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Not knowing what had happened, he paused to look about,

Still not seeing the solution, he decided to get out.

Then he found his problem, the car resting on it's frame,

Paul knew he was about to, join the ranks of rhyming fame.

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But, just maybe he could hide this, so that word would not get back,

To find its way into a poem, and join the growing stack.

He only had to find a way, to get a tow-truck there,

To get the unit to the top, back in the open air.

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Despite his valiant efforts, to keep the story hid,

I managed to discover, just what it was he did.

It seems that in his eagerness, to catch a theft from auto troll,

He dropped that darn police car, down a gaping wide man-hole.

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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 95-01-01 (114)