STORY BEHIND THE POEM LITTLE STEVIE
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While cruising around on patrol today, I spotted a
suspect vehicle of a person wanted for Attempted Murder. I called for a plainclothes unit, and Steve
Shaw and his recruit trainee Adrian Thomson arrived. A plan was made and we decided to stake out
the house to see if we could spot the suspect.
When the wait proved lengthy, we had decided to phone the house and see
if we could get some indication that the suspect was there.
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Prior to Steve making the call, his pager went off,
displaying his home number. Steve’s Mom
was in town, visiting from
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Anyway, Steve had been at home last evening and had a
nasty headache. She was phoning to see
if he was feeling ok. Unfortunately
when she called, it was right in the middle of the stakeout, just prior to
moving in and attempting to arrest the suspect. This guy had stabbed a 16 year old boy
through the chest, missing his heart by less than half an inch.
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Steve was trying to explain to Mom, that he was just
a little busy at this time and couldn’t talk.
Well, unfortunately for Steve, his regular partner Darren Foster heard
about it and later over breakfast, the ribbing started. “Oh Steve”, Darren cooed, “would you like
some chicken soup?”. The laughter grew
in volume and the comments grew proportionally. It finished off with a comment borrowed from
Bill Cosby, Dear Sergeant George. Please
let my son Steve come home as he has a headache”. Signed, Steve’s Mom.
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That finished us.
We were howling by this time and so having gone through a poetry slump
since September last year, the poem was born.
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