"Your Honor," Said the attorney to the incredulous judge
"My client would never dream of stalking his ex-wife
This man has never been able to hold a grudge"
The Jury turned as one to take a look at the accused
With a cast on one arm, his face battered and bruised
"The truth is that woman attacked him without provocation,
When he simply asked her to get out of his life
Does that face look like it is capable of intimidation?"
In the witness box the large woman sneered at the little man
Wishing to herself she had used a larger frying pan
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