Limerick A

A bit big for britches ya grew;Nothing but shit from McGoo;Yar fat jowls rounder, Tits quarter pounder;Till all of ya's have but to stew

 The Port and the Bureau surrender;All from their glass dented fender;The kids were thus freed, Officers scared so they'd peed;The pork rinds were never such tender

If all of the coppers go off shifts;Would all off the hookers get new lifts?;The liquor weren't quicker, But combined weren't none slicker;Then all of them joined in the sifts


Perhaps you'd not heard it before; But just now all police became whores;You can say what u think, But you pay at the sink;Then ya leave crime at the door