THE PAUSE THAT REFRESHES
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 It is a standing joke that police officers are always to be found
enjoying coffee and donuts.A few years ago in Florida, two incredibly stupid criminals tried
to hold up a donut shop.Guess who they found there.This poem explains what it is that police officers find in those
donut shops that is so important to them.THE SACRAMENT Throughout the land, there's this vignette: At truck stop, coffee shop, dinette, At Dunkin' Donuts and all those spots Where racks of donuts and coffee pots Are featured in the joint's decor; And folks go in and out the door At every hour 'round the clock To take a meal, relax and talk. It's warm and quiet; clean, well-lit; A place to sit and rest a bit. A place of simple smells and savors And donuts in a hundred flavors. A place where anytime one stops, You're sure to find a couple cops. Sipping coffee, they sit in pairs And down their donuts and eclairs. So often have I seen this sight That I've deduced that it's a rite That cops perform for some good reason Each night and day in every season. This ritual is clearly meant To serve them as their sacrament -- Like that which calls for wine and bread. But theirs, you see, employs instead The bitter coffee and something sweet To fortify them for the street. And that is when they say their prayer For strength when they're alone out there. Go To TABLE OF CONTENTS  Questions? E-mail Us! CONSTANTINE'S CIRCUS, INC. PO Box 7223 Capitol Station Albany, NY 12224-0223 518-465-4413 518-465-3200 FAX |
