The OJ Trial
As Told by Dr. Seuss

I did not kill my lovely wife. I did not slash her with a knife. I did not bonk her on the head. I did not know that she was dead.

I stayed at home that fateful night. I took a cab, then took a flight. The bag I had was just for me. My bag! My bag! Hey, leave it be.

When I came home I had a gash. My hand was cut from broken glass. I cut my hand on broken glass. A broken glass did cause that gash.

I have nothing, nothing to hide. My friend, he took me for a ride. Did you take this person's life? Did you do it with a knife?

I did not do it with a knife. I did not, could not kill my wife. I did not do this awful crime. I could not, would not anytime.

Did you hit her from above? Did you drop this bloody glove? I did not hit her from above. I cannot even wear that glove.

I did not do it with a knife. I did not, could not kill my wife. I did not do this awful crime. I could not, would not, anytime.

And now I'm free, I can return. To my house for which I yearn. And to my family whom I love. Hey now I'm free -- Give back my glove!!

I didn't write this poem.
I don't know who did, so I can't give credit where credit is due.