Rhythmic Stories December 24, 2020

Old Town Sheriff


Old Ben was a little town sheriff, he didn’t have any help

If anyone ever needed old Ben they just opened a window and yelped

Old Ben would come running with handcuffs hooked on his belt loop

Clanking loudly like cymbals, you would think he was bringing a musical group

An old pistol weighing down his hip belt on his right side

He wore it just in case there was trouble and carried it with pride

Old Ben was nearly 60 when he took the job no one else would fill

In a small town, the family was more important than the possibility you might get killed

Old Ben kept order and peace in that small country town

No bigger than a circus peanut, but he was good to have around

At night he would walk the towns one long street

He would pull every handle on the doors till a circle he’d complete

He continued checking all the doors in town

Looking out for criminals, none were ever found

There were never many problems too big for Old Ben to take care of

But by his being available and kind Old Ben was surely loved

Just a small-town Sheriff with no children or a wife

He showed how much he loved that small town he gave it his whole life

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