Oh drat! Oh heck!
The paper just got wrapped
around my printers neck!

"I'm guilty M'lord."
I have to say.
For I kept it plugged in
when I boxed it away.

But counsel speaks!
There are, it seems,
rare mitigating circumstances!
I listen wrapt and all confused.
Not fancying my chances.

He proceeds to eulogise my life.
And makes such a meal of my piteous tale,
that I intevene and plead with the judge
to please stop the trial and throw me in jail!