Sheriff's Line Poem by Neela Nath Das

Jeff, Jeff where are you?
Entered Jeremy into Jeff's
bed-room.
Just, just he heard, his screaming- - -
help, help Jeremy, help me out.
But, there was no sign of Jeff.
If he stepped more the dungeon
of a big sink-hole swallowed him
up without any delay!
Ah! Jeff was in that fathomless
unpredictable fate!
Jeremy jumped and searched but
without any result.
Now, there's a board before
the sky-blue house.
SHERIFF'S LINE DO NOT CROSS.