Detective Work Is Not Easy
They all knew what happened, six were speaking at the same time.
I separated them out and told them to make sense and please rhyme.
One quit, unsure what I meant. My dividing skills were heaven-sent.
Please give me the facts, on the tracks, with the pacts of some sacks.
She did not understand, so I said it louder, I mean really loud.
By now we had acquired a rather large, obnoxious hillbilly crowd.
Who kilt Billy Bob Henry Lee Major Fay? An old-faced hag said.
Until she spoke, I had forgotten we were next to something dead.
Turned to me. Come on detective, what do you have to tell us?
This was from a cousin of Billy Bob Henry. His name is Catchy Willis.
I’m getting the statements, I said. It’s going to take some time.
This took me away from my lessons to teach these people to rhyme.
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