FileTitle: Poem1143.html
Category: Humor
Type: Poem
Description: OJ by Dr. Seuss
     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, leave it be.

     When I came home I had a gash.
     My hand was cut from 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 back my glove!!