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