O J Poem
The OJ Trial as Told by Dr. Seuss

	I did not kill my lovely wife.
	I did not slash her with a knife.
	I did not bonk her on the head.
	I did not know that she was dead.

	I stayed at home that fateful night.
	I took a cab, then took a flight.
	The bag I had was just for me.
	My bag! My bag! Hey, let it be.

	When I came home I had a gash.
	My hand was cut by broken glass.
	I cut my hand on broken glass.
	A broken glass did cause that gash.

	I have nothing, nothing to hide.
	My friend, he took me for a ride.

	Did you take this person's life?
	Did you do it with a knife?

	I did not do it with a knife.
	I did not, could not kill my wife.
	I did not do this awful crime.
	I could not, would not anytime.

	Did you hit her from above?
	Did you drop this bloody glove?

	I did not hit her from above.
	I cannot even wear that glove.
	I did not do it with a knife.
	I did not, could not kill my wife.
	I did not do this awful crime.
	I could not, would not, anytime.

	And now I'm free, I can return.
	To my house for which I yearn.
	And to my family whom I love.
	Hey now I'm free -- give me back my glove.
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