[bagster]

Seems like this needs a song.

Pornalee, sung to the tune of:

The night was clear, and the moon was yellow, and the leaves came tumbling down

I was standing on the corner
When I heard my poor son bark
He was barkin' at the poh-lees who was oppresin' him
In the dark

Pornalee went to the crime scene
And she stood across the lawn
She said, back off poh-lees and she pulled her
Forty-four, Ooh.

[bagster]

Dang it. Make that Pornaree.

[Larry Lucido]

Not bad! I thought “Mom shot the sheriff, and I struggled with the deputy.”