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.”
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