Aruba Joran And The Kalpo Brothers Poem by Robert Founder

Joran Vandersloot, and the Kalpo Brothers
Were set to do wrong if they had their druthers
They went out that night to have some fun
On the isle of Aruba in the Caribbean sun

Joran was the young shot of a local big shot
On the sunny Dutch Isle of Aruba.
He and the Kalpos, the Kalpos and he
Went out that night to see what they could see.

Right there was Natalie plain as could be
Dancing atop the tables you see.
She drank and drank with all her might
Until all caution was far out of sight.

They took her out for a little screw
And she died some way that's all they knew.
Her mother took flight and landed next day
Shouting, "Where's my daughter? " or hell's to pay.

The police were called and wrung their hands
No evidence found they on the beach's sands
The press jumped in for a news cycle jolly
Quoting all far and wide saying, "Oh Golly! "

The lawyers and pundits feasted their fill,
The mystery deepened, evidence was nil.
The mother of Natalie became a news star
As her divorced husband chimed in from afar.

Poor little Natalie was fed to the sharks
By sick society bent on its larks.
The way she was raised, she never had a chance,
As the curtain came down on her last little dance.

Now Greta crooned, and everyone swooned
O'er the corpse of the teen that was doomed.
As for Joran Vandersloot and the Kalpo brothers
Look out for your daughters, you American mothers.