Pig Pursuit
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In the Downtown Eastside, reports
were coming in,
About a pair who was lurking,
near a metal garbage bin.
The shift had been real quiet,
since it was Christmas Eve,
As units all arrived onscene,
the perps began to leave.
.
The units set up quadrants, to
keep the pair contained,
Very soon it would be over, and
the two would be restrained.
The best laid plans of mice and
men, they sometimes go awry,
Somehow they broke the cordon,
and took off on the fly.
.
One was chased by half the group,
the other by the rest,
Everyone determined to, prove
they were the best.
Sergeant Barber caught up with
one, before he left the lane,
The bad guy squealing all the
way, you'd think he was insane.
.
The second one was cornered, and
there they sealed his fate,
Firmly stuck, he got his head,
lodged in the parking gate.
Now the fun began in earnest,
to free the porky guy,
Grease applied quite liberally,
to his head and near his eye.
.
The gate began to open, when someone
wanted in,
The pig hung there suspended,
his neck getting mighty thin.
A car jack finally was applied,
to bend one holding bar,
To free the hanging piglet, who
became a media star.
.
So concludes the story, of the
grand old pig pursuit,
Two pot bellied porkers, nobody
thought were cute.
The Mounties they may get their
man, no case too small or big,
But working here in District Two,
we always get our pig,
.
PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 97-12-28 (160)
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