A SCARBOROUGH BURGLAR’S CHRISTMAS Twas the night before Christmas, and all through our town, Not a bad guy was stirring, except for one thieving clown. The Dispatchers were nestled, all snug in their chairs, Not a thought of a criminal passed through their cares. This thief was good at finding the houses left unlocked, And he knew there would be presents he could easily hawk. When he tripped on a shovel, there arose such a clatter, But not one person was awake to see what was the matter. Away to the dark shadows the thief ran like a flash, He found a window unlocked and he eased up the sash. He crept through the house with a creak of the floor, Then ransacked the closets and rifled through drawers He took fancy jewels and money and an iPad and vase, Then to carry it all grabbed a plaid pillowcase. He snuck off in the night, to the next unlocked house, Where he took collector coins and a woman’s silk blouse. Just down the road was Officer Theriault on his beat, Driving round in his cruiser checking down every street. He was rattling business doors too in his goal to ensure, Not that they were open, but that they were all secure. Shining his spot light down driveways and looking at homes, Nothing escaped from his gaze not even the garden gnomes. He was a well-trained observer who lived for the night, Ever watchful, ever vigilant, always doing whats right. When what in the beam of his spot light should appear, But the thief with a pillowcase and eyes like a deer. As Theriault and the bad guy both gasped with a start, The thief took off running through yards and the park. The thief kept on running, over fences, around kids bikes, But Officer Theriault had another plan, yelling into his mic. He called in the Cavalry from all over the sprawling town, On the head of that thief, soon all hell would rain down. Come OMalley, come Gill, come South Portland and all, Come Sgt Chard with a K-9 and the Detective on call. Set up a wide perimeter, well box in this Grinch thief, We need another unit at the corner, call in the Chief. They set up a perimeter and they sealed up the block, With the thief hiding somewhere behind bushes or rocks. Then out came K9 Chesca, to do a yard to yard search, Past houses, Town Hall, and Coastal Community Church. And they searched and they searched, and kept searching more, Behind fences, in garages, and in the Dumpsters of stores. The last yard on the block, and the good dog finally hit, When he saw the fur missile his last thought was “oh shoot”! After getting a few minor bites on his leg from the pup, The thief threw up his hands and said, Wait! I give up!. “Dude, call the dog off”, screamed the bloodied up clown, The K9 Officer yelled “platz”, and the doggie lay down. All the cops gathered around, and they put him in cuffs, Then the thief started wailing cause he wasnt so tough. “I didn’t mean it...ouch, my leg” and other complaints, His attempts for pity didn’t stop the handcuff restraints. All the presents went back to their places under the tree, Not one thing amiss in the morning for the kiddos to see. When Officer Theriault explained to the vics what went down, They applauded and even cheered at the demise of the clown. And the Officer heard them exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to you all. Thank you...and Good Night!
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 11:24:37 +0000
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