Farewell To Mister Lister

He started as a Constable, walking on his beat,

Then upon a motorbike, instead of on his feet.

A mishap while in traffic, caused a setback to his plan,

He fought to overcome it, as his upward trek began.

He beat back all resistance, with diligence and skill,

Promotions came upon him, as he slowly climbed the hill.

A master of the play on words, he could put you in your place,

With the slightest flicker of a grin, on a poker face.

He draws great joy from golfing, with a twenty handicap,

But a game out at Langara, almost caused his nerves to snap.

He was playing just a dream round, nothing going wrong,

With Harkema shooting better, this could not last for long.

All you gentlemen and ladies, please have your glasses filled,

Prepare to drink a toast with me, ensure not a drop is spilled.

To the Deputy of the VPD, we salute you and all you've done,

As you move into retirement, and a life of golfing fun.

PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 90-10-19 (82)