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Holger's Fairy Tale

Now Holger Johansson, the Sergeant in One,

Has a tale to be told, which is really quite fun.

He was cruising the "fruit loop", on old Sunset Beach,

When a drunk had an accident, right within reach.

So he blocked the escape of, the flaming old fag,

Jumped out of his car, an impaired he would bag.

But the gentleman panicked, put his foot to the floor,

Hit the police car, and ripped off the door.

The car kept on going, across sidewalk and grass,

Right down to the seawall, he gave it the gas.

But the troops had arrived, they would capture this clown,

And throw him in jail, at our building downtown.

The gay guy was cagey, it would be tough to catch him,

Especially if, he decided, to go for a swim.

So with his Mercedes, he turned to the right,

The cops would not catch him, if he put up a fight.

His car picked up speed, and flew over the sand,

Went briefly airborne over the last stretch of land.

It set down on the water, with a bloody great splash,

Then sank to the bottom, amidst all the trash.

He stood on the roof, and shivered with cold,

Soon his plush seats, would be covered with mold.

When the Coast Guard appeared, on the scene with a roar,

He gave up his ship, and swam into shore.

This man has a future, when he gets out of jail,

If only his lover, will come and post bail.

He could commission his car, as a new fairy boat,

By discovering how, to make a Mercedes float.

PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 890522 (65)