Contest Chicken Ball Charley by sheltered and the case of the missing ribs.
Our story begins here ...on these pages...it has for ages.
On the South side of town rested the old retired clown ...
his Nokia rang his last pre-paid minutes precious as no income waited for him this week...
Outside the old utility shed, hand painted all bright shiney and red... hung his Detectives Shingle...
Read "No job to big or small - call anytime at all ...Chicken Ball Charley 555-5555."
Yeah , he answered in a gruff voice ...sure it is your choice...
I charge by the day or the hour.
He jumped into the shower and off he ran to find the delivery...missing ribs...this was his case...
Be beef or pork he never did ask ...just he was up for the task ...
He followed the trail to a Smokey BB-Q smell...he spotted the truck...but he was out of luck...
He found that ol'Hound covered in a bib licking the last rib....
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