(Picture the sound of a handsaw making music.)
The pretty girl strolled through the moonlit park, knowing that he would be there waiting and she always wondered why this handsome man with thick black hair and never shaven beard loved her. Love her, he did. He just couldn't say those three little words. She understood and kissed him when she found him sitting on their normal park bench. Night was the only time they could hold hands and hug each other. Night for the pretty lady was enough.
Sadly one day, those night love fests ended. Yes, they had seen the cop on his beat in the park. Too bad they didn't notice his organic oaken bat had a wooden spear on the end of it.
This week’s writing challenge: write a comedy about a park, a policeman and a pretty girl .