Jarret The Parrot Poem by michael Smajda

There once was a parrot named Jarret
Who stayed caged in a neighborhood bar.
After years of repetitive hearing,
He knew patrons' names and who they are.

One night, he witnessed a murder.
The bartender was fatally shot.
For years no one knew who had done it.
The shooter had yet to be caught.

The only clue they had was just Jarret.
And the one word he would repeatedly say,
"Robert", "Robert", which no one paid heed,
Allowing the parrot to noisily squawk away.

When the detective revisited the crime scene,
Hoping to discover any new solving clue,
An infrequent customer entered the premises
Only Jarret the parrot had already knew.

"Robert"!"Robert"! The parrot screeched!
Since no one else owned the name in the place,
The detective questioned and arrested this "Robert."
Jarret the parrot had puta name to the face!