Sequel Swear It Was the Moon

An entire week I handled it- The teasing and the taunting and Every night the moon shone down- Was really very daunting. Judge John squinted his eyes at me, T'was approximately mid morning. Cleaned his ear with his finger- "Am giving you one warning" With the very same finger; He raised it up towards me, Then I lip read "Just One"... If I could, I would so flee. The months flew passed, Was getting on; was getting through my sentence. Never meant to harm no one, Truely not a menace. Lasted an entire month; With all that I endured, At first the little time under the sun- I thought that I was cured. Though labouring hard in the sun; Began sweltering planting pansies. Police Prosecutor smirked at me... Maybe for his fancies. "Your Honour here I must inform; As legally t'is my duty- This delinquent organised a team That broke in high security". Whoa Whoa Mr Prosecutor, Motioning stop with my hand. This is my time to speak, Here upon the stand. "Carry on and make it quick" Somehow this made me humbled, The prosector snorted; Looked at me and grumbled. "It wasn't me. It wasn't me..." Everywhere I heard, From a thousand cell mates and A little bird. Every night the moon mocked me; Laughing from a distance, No sane person could tolerate; A life of this existence. Also ,a victim of bullying; Nights and days of utter doom, They even made a stage play- "Swear it was the moon". The stress of it in there, Made me light and puny; They gave me a 'pet name' T'was there they tagged me "Moonie". Second month was terrible, To tolerate my rival. So, yes I planned my escape but Purely for survival. Seemed like an awful long time; To get the monies together, I did water the last daisy... Perfect was the weather. "Where did the money come from? " The judge appearing very old, Owned an enormous underpants collection- On Ebay they all sold. Life in there was not so great, They gave me hell- I said. 'Moonie mooned the moon' On toilet blocks I read. Felt it somewhat threatening; To read it on the wall, So jumping in the helicopter... Yes, I mooned them all. One threw a pebble, Unlucky it got stuck. They all laughed ecstatically "Look at that white butt" That was when I took the fall, That pebble really hurt ! Six metres I plummeted Back down upon the dirt. The reporters and photographers witnessed- Hospital journey and the surgery The prosecutor raised his deep loud voice- "Your honour this is purjery" Your honour my hand is on the good book; Not blaming any one, It wasn't me, It wasn't me, I swear it was the sun... Judge John moaned and said to all "It's time for a short break" So I was left there shackled- Thinking what's at stake. Swear it was the moon- This how it all begun. The moon was out to get me, So teamed up with the sun. Tried to do a runner, On a chain I slipped. The security lifted me to my feet and My arm they gripped. Back they all entered- "The courtroom now in motion" At once all began to talk- Was kinda a commotion. "Order in the courtroom" The judged silenced every one, Did not mean to scream it loud- I swear it was the sun !! "I've come to a conclusion; Your problem is neurological- Good luck with your endeavours- Your new home; the mental hospital" Now restrained to a bed, The voices- they aren't fun... "It wasn't me, It wasn't me, I swear it was the sun".