The prosecution’s opening statement wasn’t long.

An officer stuck one finger into Mickey’s pocket

and five rocks popped out and sang a song.

The rocks in Mickey’s pocket popped out like toast.

In front of police aching to be smoked.

The defense attorney was brief, but made the point

Mickey put someone else’s pants on by mistake.

When out of his pocket jumped five singing rocks.

Mickey was as surprised as the shocked cops.

The Officer testified the singing rocks of cocaine

were singing in harmony as if they’d been singing all day.

But, he admitted since the pants fit Mickey he didn’t ask,

whose pants they were or where they were purchased.

Mickey told the jury in the first place

because the pants fit he’d  made the mistake.

But, Mickey didn’t tell the jury where he’d been

when he put the pants on, or whose pants he was in.

Then into the courtroom walked Mrs. Brown,

owner of the house from which Mickey ran.

She testified, “Those pants don’t belong to Mickey.

They belong to my husband who came home early.”

Mickey got scared, dressed in a hurry,

grabbed my husband’s pants in a flurry,

jumped out the window and over the sill,

last I saw Mickey was headed for the hill.

Mrs. Brown’s husband was called for rebuttal.

He told the jury he knew he was in trouble.

But those pants with the singing rocks aren’t mine.

Mickey and my wife are out to get my behind.

The defense argued those rocks were in deep slumber

until they were awakened by the officer’s finger.  

The prosecution argued the rocks were ready to croon,

wide awake in Mickey’s pocket and humming a tune.

The jury listened to the rocks sing their song

then retired to deliberate whether Mickey did wrong.   

The jury foreman chuckled after Mickey’s conviction,

“Nobody believed the story of a hurried fornication. 

Next time Mickey should get an innocent excuse,

maybe the next jury will cut him loose.”

The judge didn’t like rocks singing in court,

and sentenced Mickey to one year per rock; but,

from the bench gave Mickey advice,

“If you hear rocks singing in your pocket,

take off your pants and run for your life.”