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The Prisoners

Robertson and Sallinen, or Peter and T.J.,

Were working on an echo shift, just the other day.

Peter then decided, it was time to take a break,

So they pulled into the Simmond's lot, to try and stay awake.

They had their trusty newspaper, to help to pass the time,

The car was neatly hidden, by two semis in a line.

Engrossed they were in reading, when two workers headed out,

Each exchanged a friendly wave, what were their thoughts about.

Twenty minutes later, when their reading was all done,

Peter put the car in gear, and now begins the fun.

He drove up to the main gate, to get back on the street,

Found the gate was locked up tight, this was no simple feat.

For now the roles had been exchanged, the cops were in a cage,

And Peter now would really earn, that token trainers wage.

He could teach his new recruit about, performance under stress,

To put their heads together, for a way out of this mess.

First the called the reference, to come and free the pair,

When he was not available, they began to feel despair.

But still they kept their hopes up, their options running out,

Someone would come and open up, of this they had no doubt.

Such was not to be the case, they would have to leave the car,

Without some transportation though, the would not get too far.

So they made their jailbreak, by climbing o'er the fence,

Then they made their getaway, with the situation tense.

Next morning they returned to get, that car of blue and white,

Then drove it back to Oakridge, to correct this oversight.

So the moral of this story boys, a good one too alas,

Look out for fenced in areas, and always watch your ass.

PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 89-05-23 (66)