I stand before the delegation
As one in need of deportation
I suffer brain delamination
And fall upon the ground
My story seems a fallacy
A fib to all society
I lack all my propriety
My common sense has drowned
I cry, "Your Honor, please have mercy!
I did not mean to drive unsafely!"
He frowns and says to me quite tersely,
"You're fined one thousand pounds."
I kneel and beg in desperation
I've caused myself much degradation
He glares with growing indignation
I am expelled from town
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