I''ve written a poem for you: Twinkle twinkle little star, you should know what you are, and once you know what you are, Mental hospital is not so far.
Several Women Appeared In Court, Eah Accusing The Other Of The Trouble In The Flat Where They Lived . . .
The Judge Called For Orderly Testimony . . .
''''I''ll Hear The Oldest First'''' He Decreed. . .
The Case Was Closed For Lack Of Evidence. . . :p ;->
