Policeman
Down At The Home
Writing Tickets
Roy: Hey, boyees .. t’other day I was in da Feed Stor’ for about haf ‘our. When I comes out, thars a Copper writing a Parkn’ Ticket.
Clyde: Wha’ happen’d ?
Roy: I, I, I gots mad and called him a Pig !
Claude: Oh boy – what’d that thar Copper do then ?
Roy: Damn, damn ! He wrote another Ticket for da tars not havin’ enuf tread on ‘em and stuk it on da windershied, too !
Clyde: Boy, I bet you got madder’n heck .. huh Roy ?
Roy: I shor did. Thens I called his mammy a snotty beetch !
Claude: Utt ohh, that wasn’t smart. I bet that Copper really got mad !
Roy: Yea’ he went an’ spit on da groun’ an’ wrote another Ticket an’ slapped in on da windershield, too !
Clyde: Oh shee-uut ! Then wha’ ?
Roy: I looked at him all squinttee eye’d .. and started laughing. Then I walked away.
Claude: WHY ?
Roy: Cause it twernt my car. I’ze parked aroun’ da corner.
By Clyde, Claude and Roy
