But Isn't Drilling a Hole in Someone's Roof a Crime?

The local police, of course,
haven't done anything. Even though it was quite a scene.

We don't live to far from a fire station,
so Officer T called for a ladder.

I went into the house and made everyone tea.
At 4:30 in the morning.
A couple of neighbors came out in their robes.
I still don't know their names.

Officer T was a bit hefty around the mid-section,
and I worried about him falling through our roof.

They didn't even take pictures--
wouldn't you think they'd take pictures?
I mean, does this happen everyday?
AND he only had one glove on. WTF?

When he came down from the ladder,
he was holding the bag in hand.
"just a kitchen concotion. smells like cornstarch.
some kids making a prank no doubt. you teach, right?"

He actually put that queer slime up to his nose?
I could see that there would be no lab testing,
no finger-printing, no real investigation. Afterall,
I guess this isn't the X-files or CSI . . .

"I don't teach kids." I told Officer T.
"And I don't teach aliens."