Whenever I see a cop, I run away.
And I don’t mean I run a little. Nor do I mean I subtly make
my exit.
My eyes go wide, I stop where I am, I let out a little yelp
and I book it.
The cops, obviously, give pursuit, and in general they catch
me. I’m wrestled to the ground, cuffed, and led to wherever they’ve parked
their police car.
They wind up having to let me go each time, of course, I’m
not wanted for any crime.
I just need a source of aerobic exercise.
And a little excitement.
Cool! Maybe I should try that ...
ReplyDeleteSouds like good sport to me. :-)
ReplyDeleteSounds like a good sport to me. :-)
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Sure, it's all fun and games till the cops get pissed off and plant evidence of a real crime on you. [Not that any of them would really do that....]
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