The Pig's New Toy

The Pig’s New Toy By Elton Camp The tiny, rural town so conveniently lay Right alongside the well-traveled highway Bubba’s cop salary depends on fines If not enough, then his pay declines So he managed to get him a radar gun He stands behind a post and has fun Out-of-state cars are what he wants As he writes tickets, he also taunts “You think we here is just a hick town, You’ll be more careful next time around.” “If the speed limit is posted as sixty, you Don’t you dare be driving at sixty-two.” The only way Bubba could have more fun Is if he could find somebody he could stun I’m sure that come cop this will make mad “So what, pig, ain’t that just way too bad.”