On a bitter winter morning, while strolling to the mall,
Did a man, so prideful, walk sturdy and tall.
Bundled in coat and scarf to guard from the snow,
The winds from west, so brittle, did blow.
Cars creeping along on icy, cold roads,
While children have fun, not a dollar to be owed.
The man, still making his way to the shops,
Heard a loud siren, one made by most cops.
He paused and froze, like the ice on the ground,
Frozen with fear like waters of the Sound.
“They’re coming for me,” he thought nervously,
This thought he believed, still so ardently.
He made a quick dash for the alleyway nearby,
While ‘copters, searching, in the sky did fly.
The alleyway, so dirty and filled with debris,
Left places for hiding, no man did they see.
They searched and searched but no man they saw,
He thought he was free, escaped without flaw.
But under that pile of trash that concealed him,
Lived a family of rodents, who bit on his hind limb.
He screamed with great terror,
From the feeling of the stab of a peg,
And revealing himself to the police, shouted,
“Ow, my leg!”