There once was a grave robber, Bobby was his name.

He stole pricy belongings from the rich and famed.

1921, only a poor son.

Bobby sold skulls and jewelry on the run.

 He prowled around, in his hand a shovel,

dug it into the ground and the rubble.

An old man walked around, cap on his head.

Saw a sight that filled his body with dread.

At that point Bobby had stepped far too close:

fell into a grave, the deepest, the most!

And with no rucksack on his back, he woke in the morning, to a room full of black.

The lights went on! Men in uniform suit, stood above him, in front of his loot!

“Confess to your crime!” The tall men pried.

But grave-robbing Bobby just cried and cried.

“I never did any, no robbing, no snatching!” But Bobby’s history was uncovered and hatching.

The man on the left kicked Bobby in the stomach,

“We have found plenty of yours in our rummage!”

The other with an open mouth was yelling,

 “You’ve clearly stolen from the rotten and smelling!”

In the moment Bobby confessed, “I’ve done it all, I’ve done it all! Now please don’t kick me into the wall!”

“You are doomed to the hall.” The policeman said, his golden tooth shined, at Bobby’s fall.

The graverobber sat on the wooden chair, the judge and some other people were there.

“You have been charged with a misdemeanor” The judge said” Climbing into graves and selling what is not yours. Grave robbing is a crime, and you will be put to trial!”

The court Bobby walks in is brightly lit, 8 in the morning, to test his wit.

His lawyer sat next to him, short with a cigarette scented air.

Bobby felt on his neck: his standing hairs.

The judge sat high in his chair, he would later decide Bobby’s who and where.

“I heard officers telling me that your crime is a felony, up to $120 in damage to property.”

“We have all our evidence, it is in fact very prevalent, that you will be indicted and go to trial.”

“Do you have any denial?”

Bobby stood, “No sir.”

Bobby lived hour by hour, he couldn’t pay to take one shower

Barely had any food in his stomach, his mood always felt like complete rubbish

All money going to his attorney.

God, those lawyers really need to hurry…

Remembered a man who approached at dim, bought pearls and diamonds and brooches from him.

Though on a whim, Bobby remembered him,

The man with a piece of gold in his smile.

Bob’s face grew molten with rage for his trial.

I will get him, I will! My lawyer will have a thrill! He will be locked in jail with a very large bail!

I wish to get out of my state so frail, oh how I wish to see him fail!

The attorneys gather at a table, talking to keep the arguments stable.

An attempt by them now to compromise.

Though one sitting, thinking with greedy eyes.

He’s the lawyer who works for the old man,

Rick Gourdney has a persecuting plan.

“There is incriminating evidence, he needs to plead, it would only make sense.”

Bobby’s lawyer turned his head, looked around

 But that determined look only made him frown,

The short lawyer opened his mouth but without a sound.

The attorney nodded his head, “Today”

 “WIll leave Bobby In a cold metal bed!”

The judge sat on his elevated throne.

“You stole gravestones, for precious pearls you rattled their bones.

 You stole and sold jewels so fine, and now you will choose if you plead to your crime.”

“Now Bobby, how do you plead?”

“Not guilty.”

The trial would begin, the judge would see him:

Graverobber Bobby

Rick Gourdney would sit to soon unravel, money that he found laid in the gravel.

Rick Gourdney had many tricks up his sleeve, and evidence that the judge would believe.

The judge said,”Rick Gourdney put your hand on the Bible, and do you swear by God to tell the truth, the whole the truth, and nothing but the truth?”

Mr. Gourdney followed through, and he said, “Mr. Judge I have evidence for you.”

The plaintiff opened his suitcase pulled out, a few dollar bills, a photograph, and a grimy pearl necklace.

Evidence neatly all in their own bags, Bobby stood there shocked, shaking in his rags.

“This all,” said Gourdney,

“was captured around the same time at night, whereas Bobby could have been there, he might.”

“That day I took a picture containing a coffin with very broken framing.”

“Bobby could have fallen in, what does that make you think of him?”

“There was dirty money sitting by the graves,

from a possible exchange, or even,

Earnings from Bobby’s high jewelry price range.”

“Or I could show you this piece of jewelry, it is dirty and grimy, do you see?”

Gourdney displayed it around the spaces to the jury’s focused looks on their faces.

The judge spoke, “Bobby, is there anything about this you know?”

Bobby said, “None of these have anything to do with me, I did not do anything can’t you see?”

Gourdney shouted, “My expert witness has something to say to that!”

“Mr. Wynnman, please stand up” said the judge.

The police officer Mr. Wynnman walked to the front.

“Do you swear by almighty God to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?”

Mr. Wynnman complied.

“I have proven that the fingerprints on that necklace were those of Bobby’s”

“They’re tested and everything.”

The judge nodded. “And Bobby, does your lawyer have anything to say about this?”

“Yes sir.”

The short lawyer took a puff of his cigarette, “I swear by God to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, but y’know what question I have?”

“Mr. Wynmann, how is your wife?”

Wynnman, shocked, stammered, “She is… fine.”

“How was your anniversary? Did you get her a gift?”

“Yes, but why-”

“I’m asking the questions, you bub. You got her a pair of diamond earrings, correct?”

Wynnman stood there, “What’s the meaning of all this?”

“196 dollars… And then you thought: Since my wife said she can’t stand me last night, I should treat my wife more! She deserves the world anyways… And you bought her a nice golden necklace to match. 85 dollars.”

“What does this have to do with anything sir?!” Wynnman shouted.

“That night, Bobby was $281 richer. You bought this jewelry off of Bobby, and you partook in this crime, you saw what he was doing, officer.”

Wynnman yelled and cursed at the lawyer, “I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I DID NO SUCH THING!”

“ORDER!! ORDER!!” The judge shouted. This has been all of our time, the jury now must make a decision.

The jury exploded with chatter, and it lasted for a while, until they all nodded their heads and came to the conclusion.

“Your honor,” said a juror, “all 12 of us have come to the conclusion that the defendant is guilty.”

12 years prison, Bobby had to abide,

In a filthy jail cell that he was confined

And all the while Bobby sat and he cried,

Wynmann’s smile, and his wife’s jewelry shined.