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Manhunt

One Sunday in October, Leanne Widdess came home,

From a Canucks and Oilers game, got a message from her phone.

It was Acting Corporal Savage, asking her excuse,

For not arriving at 312, she almost blew a fuse.

For on annual leave, Leanne was booked, for seven lazy days,

This minor little detail, was escaping Dennis gaze.

He believed that she should be here, working echo shift,

So he called the Langley mounties, to give Leanne a lift.

A unit had arrived there, the mounties held at bay,

By three barking, snarly doggies, the kind to wreck your day.

So now with the loud hailer, the horsemen called her name,

Meanwhile the phone was ringing, expanding on this game.

Who could that be calling, on this crazy mixed up night?

The Langley boys dispatcher, she was bound to join this fight.

To throw her own two cents worth in, and save the mounties butts,

They were trapped inside their car, by three very vicious mutts.

The goal of this whole exercise, really is not clear,

To get Leanne to come to work? Not likely, I do fear.

Since she was on holidays, why would she come on in?

The problem is to great for me, my head begins to spin.

Thinking out this incident, one begins to see the light,

If Leanne had just gone into work, without putting up a fight.

The overtime, that she could claim, would almost break the banks,

So someone out in payroll, should send a card of thanks.

What of the two trapped Mounties, who could not save the day,

Both drove off in silence, and went the other way.

The moral of this story, for all of you out there,

Be sure to get the facts straight, before getting on the air.

PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 88-11-03 (50)