The Traffic Stop
The Traffic Stop
By Elton Camp
Dewey was late in his doughnut truck
While speeding, why what the luck
He saw the flashing of a blue light
And a siren—such a scary sight
Dewey pulled to the shoulder to wait
Up walked a cop of prodigious weight
He was four hundred pounds at least
So that he looked more like a beast
The obese officer took the driver to task
“Know why I stopped you?” he did ask
Dewey knew the thing he should say
However, that wasn’t gonna be today
“Why yes, I’m sure that I know.
Have some doughnuts, fatso.”
A costly lesson Dewey learned that day
The witty thing isn’t always best to say
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