While at the lake with my daughters a sheriff appeared. He spoke niceties and left, leaving me befuddled. Why was he there? Who was he looking for? The curiosity kills me, so why not write a rhyme?
P.S. I use the pronoun “he” with the understanding that “he” can also be a “she”.
Hey There Mr. Sheriff
Hey there Mr. Sheriff who’re you lookin’ for
With the gun on your hip, a tight upper lip
Did your hopes fall to the floor
When you walked up to me did you hope to see
a man on the lam or three
What did he do
before the pursuit
Does he have a big gun
Is he on the run
from you or his family
Is he a slayer or a really bad player
Did he deal a crime or two
Does he steal a car and make it real far
Cross a line or few
Steal a few bucks
Shoot a few ducks
Swindle a man like you
Tell me Mr. Sheriff I’m an eager sort of lass
Was he a drunkard
A blood-lipped punchard
A crude, a prude, an ass
Does he tell a lie
A sneaky smooth guy
Have a face or two
Can he smell a chase
Win the race
Against a guy like you
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