Pooped

A dead guy lying in the lane, was he pushed or did he fall?

Jana Bradley and her new recruit, Ken Fincham took the call.

Arriving in the alley, the pair began to check,

For clues and other evidence, and every little speck.

The Sergeant had been notified, and Forensics on the way,

Checking every witness, to see what they could say.

Dave Horne the erstwhile Ident man, had his camera set to shoot,

Pointing out the little clues, to Ken the new recruit.

Dave was teaching everything, on crime scene things to do,

Ken’s attention riveted, as Dave pointed out some poo.

For DNA analysis, we’ll need to get a bit of it,

You as junior man on scene, just take this sample kit.

A plastic box was given, and a tongue depressor stick,

Ken looking at that smelly pile, was sure that he’d be sick.

You have to cut it in the middle, and get the section there,

Dave explained it carefully, behind a steely glare.

He approached with trepidation, to perform this nasty deed,

And wondered very quietly, what else that they would need.

His surgery was quickly done, the sample in the bag,

To Dave he walked on over, looking for an Ident tag.

Where do you want the sample, as Dave began to smile,

Just toss it in the dumpster there, and think a little while.

You’ve been had my young friend, now you’re really hooped,

At least you can say quite truthfully, boy, I’m really pooped.

PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 03-02-10 (199)