The Unusual Suspects Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

We have no idea.
Not a hint or a clue,
As to how the wide screen TVs...
The refrigerators or the washers and dryers,
Computers, air conditioners or the lawn mowers...
Chained together and kept outside are missing.
Our security personnel were told to keep our eyes focused,
On those we perceived looked suspicious.

'And no one saw the theft of this expensive merchandise,
Being lifted in broad daylight from those departments?
That is absolutely beyond belief.
Who were you all so intently scoping your focus on?
And 'what' on Earth made them your primary suspects? '

Well...
Two were obviously interested in our sports equipment.
And the four others were tossing a basketball between them.
And...
They all were humming that song, 'Sweet Georgia Brown'.

'What else 'unusual' about them did you notice? '

They were dressed in red, white and blue outfits.
As if they all were patriotic.

'Did it dawn on anyone they might have been,
The Harlem Globe Trotters? '