The Burger King, Thing

Sergeant Brian Honeybourn, the boss of Squad Three One,

Went out for a bite to eat, and there began the fun.

Cruising in the "bubble car", there was no crime to fight,

With no traffic on the radio, it was sure a quiet night.

.

Cruising down on Main Street, a sign had caught his eye,

A drive through that was open, a place with food to buy.

So in the driveway, Brian went, and pulled up to the board,

He soon could place his order, and his coffee would be poured.

Selections were presented, choices all were done,

A Whopper and a coffee, to be eaten on the run.

He got up to the window, a lineup formed behind,

Got set to take delivery, getting ready to unwind.

Now his trouble all began, when the engine coughed and died,

He could not get it started, no matter what he tried.

Then he checked the dashboard, the car was out of gas,

Cars all honking, lined behind, not one could move to pass.

To lessen inconvenience, for the customers in line,

Brian in his uniform, all pressed and looking fine.

Got outside of his unit, and grabbed the door frame tight,

Looked around with confidence, then pushed with all his might.

He pushed the car, amidst the cheers, and parked it in the lot,

Sat and had his dinner, while the tow truck found the spot.

Now every time he goes back in, he is met there by a lass,

And asked almost relentlessly, if his tank is full of gas.

So Brian sits there red-faced, and I know he's not alone,

Other cops have gone through it, and all have used a phone.

The moral of this story, you might say the golden rule,

Do it with no witnesses, when you run cars out of fuel.

PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 92-06-11 (94)