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While driving through my neighborhood, he dumped the cadaver in my yard.
I was shocked to find this man who had been stabbed in the chest.
The police thought that I was the killer and placed me under arrest.
When a man is falsely accused of murder, it gives new meaning to the word depression.
The Chief of Police came to my cell and the jerk demanded that I sign a confession.
Even though he beat me up, I wouldn/'/t sign it because I had done no wrong.
The next day, the police discovered that the Chief was the murderer all along.
A boy found the Chief/'/s watch at the place where it was lost when the murder occurred.
When the boy turned it in, the Chief said it wasn/'/t his watch but nobody took his word.
The watch had the victim/'/s blood on it and it had an engraving from the Chief/'/s wife.
The DNA evidence was enough to send the Chief of Police up the river for life.
The victim was sleeping with the Chief/'/s wife and that made him very mad.
Now the Chief is rotting in jail, there/'/s nothing worse than a cop who goes bad. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 45 [topic] => 31 [informant] => randyjohnson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - The Cadaver In My Yard


The Cadaver In My Yard
Date: Sunday, 14th April 2019 @ 09:10:56 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: randyjohnson
A man had a dead body that he needed to discard.
While driving through my neighborhood, he dumped the cadaver in my yard.
I was shocked to find this man who had been stabbed in the chest.
The police thought that I was the killer and placed me under arrest.
When a man is falsely accused of murder, it gives new meaning to the word depression.
The Chief of Police came to my cell and the jerk demanded that I sign a confession.
Even though he beat me up, I wouldn/'/t sign it because I had done no wrong.
The next day, the police discovered that the Chief was the murderer all along.
A boy found the Chief/'/s watch at the place where it was lost when the murder occurred.
When the boy turned it in, the Chief said it wasn/'/t his watch but nobody took his word.
The watch had the victim/'/s blood on it and it had an engraving from the Chief/'/s wife.
The DNA evidence was enough to send the Chief of Police up the river for life.
The victim was sleeping with the Chief/'/s wife and that made him very mad.
Now the Chief is rotting in jail, there/'/s nothing worse than a cop who goes bad.

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