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The sun did shine,
The day was fine.
That day I was at ease...
"Get on with it" the judge cut in and tailed with a "Jeeze".

As night time fell,
T'was like a spell.
I swear it was not me; was something else besides myself,
Please take account my plea.

Excitement came across me
An urge to simply stroll....
My yoga teacher claimed that's good-
To soothe ones very soul.

All clothed I was when left my home
No harm I really meant,
Honestly was wearing-
Way more than just a tent.

Went six streets into town
Steady paced I was mere walking,
A little did my pants slip down and
strong feeling of a stalking.

Swear it was watching me and
Following in my journey,
I can speak, let me speak
Sit down my good attorney.

My heart was pacing, All eyes on me
The courtroom suddenly silenced,
T'is my time to speak the truth
Which isn't rocket science.....

It followed me from my house
Right to the grand saloon-
For this I was ropeable,
So yes... I mooned the moon.

Have to stamp my innocence-
As the judge adjusted his wig,
When I saw all the people-
I did hide behind a twig!

Then I was arrested and
This a silly trial
I'm a victim of abuse-
For facebook it went viral.

Am innocent I tell you
Am really not a loon,
Most certainly the culprit is-
That creepy scary moon!

"Order in the courtroom
You will be sent to a recluse,
Sentencing your crime for-
Underpants Abuse."

Now I'm locked within this room,
Where cell mates sing this tune...
"It wasn't me, It wasn't me,
I swear it was the moon".

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