Huff, Puff, Foot Chase!

I met a man the other night, who decided he would run,

Instead of telling who he was, and maybe what he'd done.

A fifteen dollar ticket, for J walking 'cross the street,

This guy must be the dumbest man, you'd ever want to meet.

I approached him for some i.d., to which he then refused,

Then gave a name he just made up, to keep everyone amused.

Suddenly the game was done, and the fellow made his break,

Running off down Hastings Street, the worst path he could take.

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So here I am in hot pursuit, all flapping in the breeze,

Broadcasting on the radio, oh god, my aching knees.

Three Charlie Fourteen calling, I'm "huff puff" running east,

Correct that heading westbound, I'll catch the evil beast.

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On Hastings near Columbia, he's "huff puff", on the hoof,

But I am right behind him too, I'll "huff puff" catch the goof.

Oops, now I've lost my issue hat, I hope I'll get it back,

Fat chance of that occurring, but I'm "huff puff" on the track.

He's heading south now, gaining speed, I'm rumbling along,

He'll soon be getting tired too, he'll see that he was wrong.

To think that he could get away, from a former traffic cop,

I wonder why he's running now, and when he'll "huff puff", stop?

He faked once to the alleyway, and I notice that he'd slowed,

Around the corner onto Pender Street, and out into the road.

Waiting there, a drug squad car, who heard the "huff puff" cry,

As I came chugging up the street, they helped me catch the guy.

Handcuffs clicked onto the wrists, of this man who tried to flee,

Then he was taken off to jail, much to my "huff puff" glee.

The worst part of the foot pursuit, as I looked down at my watch,

My hat is listed M.I.A., and my pants split knee to crotch.

PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 89-09-01 (70)