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Human Earthquake

Big Dave Walker is the hero, of this latest tale,

With two days left in '88, he knew he could not fail.

He and partner Nine Two Two, responded to a call,

To aid a lady in distress, both were walking tall.

Her problem was unusual, to say the very least,

A junkie had just broken in, he was an awful beast.

Stealing was not on his mind, he had to fix his "jones",

But trouble was a-brewing, he could feel it in his bones.

Now Dave could see that junkie, through a crack beside the door,

He got wound up to kick it, by running 'cross the floor.

He hit the door a mighty shot, the darn thing didn't break,

So Dave got set to go again, how much pressure could it take?

When finally Dave had gotten in, the junkie was not gone,

But all the drugs and outfit were, he flushed them down the john.

So Dave departed meekly, his spirits were down low,

But all things have a bright side, the junkie was in tow.

As if this problem were not enough, a stabbing call came in,

So Dave and Jeff responded, they were sure that they could win.

Four P.C's were on the scene, two suspects were inside,

The choice was made to kick the door, Dave could not be denied.

He backed across the hallway, ran forward at full speed,

Then hit that door with size ten boots, that should do the deed.

But, it was not meant to be, that door withstood the shot,

While poor Dave Walker stood and stared, rooted to the spot.

This just could not be happening, two doors that would not fall,

Dave could not believe it, he really gave his all.

But still he could not just give up, his reputation was at stake,

That flimsy wood apartment door, surely had to break.

He wound it up, charged ahead, and jumped into the air,

Hit the door, 'bout half way up, all things in war are fair.

He hit the door so hard that, the entire building shook,

But still it was not open, they could not catch the crook.

To add insult to injury, the door was opened wide,

By one badly drunken suspect, half asleep inside.

He was awakened from his stupor, by the noise outside his door,

And greeted by the sight of, three cops, down on the floor.

Now earthquakes bring down buildings, made of cement and steel,

Such was not the case this day, in time Dave's pride will heal.

So David "Lumpy" Walker, forever more you are,

The Department's "Human Earthquake", you just became a star.

PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 89-01-14 (56)