In Knox where law and order speak, Sheriff Jimmie's shades obscure the weak, While Stewart grapples with endless length, In measures lacking meter's strength. The waters tell of rescue bold; A new boat glistens, tales retold. Morgan's keen eyes scan the night's domain, Apprehending shadows, breaking chains. Whiteman, with a van of chilled delight, Delivers flavor, cool and bright. In this county's weave, a tale is spun, Where duty dances with the sun.