The Predhead Goes to Court
The Judge was dressed in raven robes
high above the crowd.
He motioned to the recorder
who read the charges loud.
"You ran a traffic light
at a hundred and one.
You crashed into the Walmart
and crunched a dozen buns."
She stood rather tall.
She stood rather straight.
She enunciated
with knowledge and grace.
"How do I plead,
your honor," she said.
She checked her notes
and nodded her head.
"I plead not guilty
by reason of insanity.
Prednisone makes me
GOSH DANG crazy."
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