They All Wanted Jail
Five older women confessed to the hit and run.
None had damage on their cars.
They were irritated that no one believed them.
I am a murderer one screamed
As they were escorted out by police officers.
Good try, her friend said.
I tried that last week.
It is kind of sad
When five older ladies are eating cat food
While convicted prisoners get three square meals a day.
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