Every newspaper has at least one reporter who is permanently assigned to the "police beat" to cover stories involving the police and crime in general. That job can be very exciting. It can also be difficult.

Reporters have to be objective in reporting the news. Sometimes the story doesn't make the police look that great. That's not easy for the reporter because, having covered the law enforcement community for so long, he or she will have many friends among the cops and have great respect for them.

In the end, though, as you certainly know, the truth is the most important thing. And that is what a good reporter will always tell.


Now, this guy works both hard and long
Ensuring that his facts ain't wrong.
But facts provide so bland a diet
Though telling of some war or riot.

So often he'll purvey the news
Pumped up to ward off urge to snooze.
Though from the truth he'd not depart
No method of the writer's art

Is not deployed most masterf'ly
To make the heart beat fasterf'ly.
Just read him and then rest assured
Toussaud's holds no tableaux more lurid

Than those which this reporter views
And serves up in the morning news.
It gives you shivers, never fail,
The way that guy can tell a tale.

The spectrum of his writing goes
From yellow toward purple prose.
Yes, scarce a line in every story
Does not convey a tidbit gory.

All blood is fresh. Each wound immense.
Hey, ain't this stuff a bit intense?
They're stabbed and shot and garroted
And gushing from the carotid.

Stomach of iron, nerves of steel
From watching all that blood congeal.
You try to get an interview
From someone who's just offed a few.

Our man's a rock. No fear or wrath
While chatting with some psychopath.
"Calm down there, lady; just the facts.
Now with that axe, how many whacks?"

Exaggerate? Well, in defense
I'd say it helps to build suspense
And keep the paper's leadership
In paid subscribers' readership.

Just watch the way the paper sells
When of some crime our newshound tells.
Well, all of us who're fighting crime
Appreciate his taking time

To hear our stories, tell of them,
Make of each a polished gem
Embellished with his flashing wit,
Though puffed, perhaps, and stretched a bit.

Yes, hard work and the writer's skill
Convey, along with facts, a thrill.
A dash of pure hyperbole
Rounds out the tale superbly.


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