The Old Bailey
Your honor if I may
On behalf of my client I say
Who was in fact wearing the cheese
The cheese was not, if u please
The evidence is as follows
Five marbles, a peg for clothes
Two odd socks, rubber nose
And the cheese of corse
If I may address the court
And manipulate your thoughts
Imagine my client juggling the balls
While fitting on the rubber nose
Useing what is now known
As a peg for clothes
Two odd socks with no spare
Could easily become a pair
But the issue we have here
Cheese, my lord and peers
As you can clearly see
By the size of the actual cheese
My client was infact never
Treated to feel lesser
As to think it a possibility
To drape my client over the cheese
It is as clear as the evidence
The cheese was worn by my client
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