Thief in the Shadows: a ballad about Detective Crowl Booker by Akira Ellis
Crawling through the shadows
Of the not well-known street
Was a thief unbeknownst to passers by
He was out to thieve their meat.
This evil fiend, a mastermind
Did nearly get away
But someone caught onto his scent
And began to hound his prey.
Closing in the shadow slipped and crack!
He broke a child’s baseball bat
The robber warned, off he ran
As fast as an alley cat.
The hunter gave chase, just behind
Dressed in a flamboyant black crisp suit
A scrawny looking man, the criminal shone with fear
Throwing barrels food and a shiny magic flute
In attempt to stop pursuit
But to no avail
For that man like many others
Was chucked headfirst in jail.