The Truth Shall Set You Free

The Truth Shall Set You Free His wife took the stand Defending her man But oh how the truth had to hurt His “thingy” she said Even counting the head Could best be described as a squirt Her husband’d been named By a woman who claimed She saw it hang out of his pants From about fifteen feet On a dark lonely street His wife said there wasn’t a chance So the judge asked to see A front picture of he To settle the case then and there The case was thrown out For the judge said no doubt The man never got his fair share Another case from a legal record. I really can't make these things up - only rearrange the little facts I find into a poem.