Rosedale Evidence Room

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Rosedale Evidence RoomChester leaned his folding chair back up against the wallAnd cursed his luck he couldn’t attend the policeman’s ballLost a sucker bet to Sgt. Gilly playin’ cardsAnd he hadda take ol’ Gilly’s turn that night to guardThe Rosedale evidence roomJust some cobwebs and a dusty broomPlus a riding mower with a Mustang engineThat cut a Chihuahua down with vengeanceA double set of a trucker’s porno mudflapsBirdshot they dug from a preacher’s fancy hubcapsMississippi mischief goin’ onAnd he was there till dawnIn the Rosedale evidence roomCrazy Daisy torched the salon when her beehive hairdo fellBut they mostly cuffed a wacky kind of ne’erdowellChester gawked at all the good stuff on the floor n shelfGot to thankin’ he could have a party by himselfIn the Rosedale evidence roomWith a radio and country tunesRoll of TP a drifter stole from Tony RomasBag o’ hemp Aunt Hazel used for her glaucomaPot o’ possum chili from Dixie’s roadside dinerMason jars of whiskey from an old moonshinerMississippi mischief goin’ onAnd he was there till dawnIn the Rosedale evidence roomThey caught Chester hallway racin’ in a hotrod riding mowerBogartin’ chronic and coughin’ like a broke leaf blowerBut insteada bustin’ Chester for bein’ drunk on dutyThey just moved their party in and shook their booties In the Rosedale evidence roomWith a radio and country tunesPlus a riding mower with a Mustang engineThat cut a poor Chihuahua down with vengeancePot o’ possum chili from Dixie’s roadside dinerMason jars of whiskey from an old moonshinerMississippi mischief goin’ onAnd they were there till dawnIn the Rosedale evidence room©2008 Robert George