Give The Cops The Finger
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This story starts routinely, as many of them do,

A simple break and enter, occurred in District Two.

Robin Lucas and his partner, Darcy Sarra got the call,

To gather up the evidence, so one more crook would fall.
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The crook had made his entry, through the transom overhead,

Climbing past the burglar bar, then out the door he fled.

No gloves were worn by buddy, he had no fear of jail,

The evidence was mounting, they soon would have their male.
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Fingerprints he left behind, the evidence would build,

The kicker was what else they found, it seems he was not skilled.

For sitting on the door jamb, for all the world to see,

The middle finger of the crook, was simply lying free.
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A call went out to hospitals, please be on the alert,

Look for this master criminal, needing treatment for his hurt.

Soon the call came bouncing back, it seems he was inside,

The nine fingers still remaining, were pretty tough to hide.
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Forensics came out quickly, they soon would have their man,

Prints and finger all matched up, the stub was in a can.

Still I'm sure some lawyer, will make a try and fail,

To say the missing finger, belongs to another male.
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Here is a word advising, all those who feel the heat,

Never give "the finger", to the cops out on their beat.

Now the crook sits safe in jail, he has started doing time,

Would it be too uncouth to say, he got "fingered" for the crime?
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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 96-06-14 (139)

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