Jimmy The Greek
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I haven’t written for
awhile, so I thought that you should know,
About Jimmy Karabelas,
and his little tale of woe.
He is the fresh faced,
new recruit, sent to our squad to train,
Wayne Dore is the man
assigned, to quickly fill his brain.
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At the end of one long
shift, where he learned about his power,
About to hit the road
for home, he thought he’d take a shower.
With a skimpy, multi-coloured
towel, and a pair of old flip-flops,
He strolled right through
the locker room, past all the other cops.
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Still damp and wearing
little, to his locker he went back,
To discover it securely
locked, keys inside on the rack.
By this time everyone
was gone, he stood there all alone,
Contemplating what to
do, to get dressed and go home.
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He exhausted all his
options, he had to call the brass,
To open up his locker,
and save his freezing ass.
When Inspector Unger
got there, late that fateful night,
To help the naked, young
recruit, solve his sorry plight.
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Looking like Adonis,
the Greek god of folk lore,
Jim snapping to attention,
his flip-flops slapped the floor.
The motion caused the
towel to strain, it was hanging by a thread,
Reflecting his embarrassment,
Jimmy turned beet red.
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In the end, it all worked
out, he was quickly on his way,
Though he was quite
mortified, he survived another day.
I’m sure that this is
one mistake, that he will not soon forget,
Like his namesake from
the past, Jimmy “The Greek” will take your bet.
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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk
99-03-10 (176)
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