One Mag Radons
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We all assembled at the range, on
team training day,
Garry Radons had arrived, and got
all set to play.
His coffee cup clutched tight in hand,
ball cap seated well,
Everything was ready, everyone was
feeling swell.
.
The range staff all were ready, to
start the training out,
Garry nearing panic, glancing all
about.
He searched below the table, looked
beneath his chair,
Sat back with a heavy sigh, ran his
fingers through his hair??
.
Finally admitting, his mistake to
everyone,
The teasing he prepared for, as we
all would have our fun.
To function test his pistol, would
take a gigantic arm,
For Garry left his duty belt, at home,
and safe from harm.
.
All he had to show us, before going
on the range,
One fully loaded magazine, eleven
bullets, oh so strange.
The catcalls all had started, the
teasing underway,
Never at a loss for words, but, not
much he could say.
.
He stepped off in the corner, to do
a function test,
Holding his lone magazine, he tried
to do his best.
No way he could fake this, without
his trusty gat,
But Garry held composure, he was really
one cool cat.
.
The day proceeded wonderfully, our
shooting it was great,
Even Garry did quite well, and calmly
faced his fate.
Of course, it is these trying times,
that help around the station,
Radons shot a perfect score, in his
active imagination.
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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 98-10-20 (174)
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