The Car Thief Beef

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This story begins, back quite a long way,
When first he was nicknamed, Wrong Way McKay.
But lately, poor Walt, has been looking quite pale,
Ever since he discovered, he was going to jail.
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His squad got together, all the plans had been laid,
To set Walter up, so the joke could be played.
On a call he was sent, to the Woodbine Hotel,
To check on reports of, a very strange smell.
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When he got there, he leaped out of his car,
Left his hat on the seat, he was not going far.
Into the place, and on up the stair,
Looking around him, and sniffing the air.

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Meanwhile down below, at Walt's Blue and White,
A unit pulled up, and remained out of sight.
They dumped broken glass, all over the street,
Opened the door, beat a hasty retreat.
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When Walter came out, and his unit was missing,
He broadcast by radio, he was bloody near hissing.
For two hours next, Walt drove around looking,
Blood pressure rising, the poor boy was cooking.
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Meanwhile the police car, was quite neatly hidden,
In the underground lot, so it could not be ridden.
Then the report, that the car had been found,
It was really quite wet, could Walt come around?
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The whole squad was waiting, photographers too,
For Walt to show up, and face Squad Thirty Two.
The trap had been sprung, Walt was fit to be tied,
He now will remember us, after six months inside.

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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 92-06-30 (95)

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