The Judge raps his gavel to silence the court.
“Mr. Logan, you stand accused of possession with intent to distribute drabbles. How do you plead?”
What can I say! The evidence before the court is quite damning.
“I admit to a little dabbling in Drabbling, your Honour,” I admit reluctantly.
“Dabbling!” the Prosecutor exclaims in disbelief. “You’ve published two books!”
“He has a point there!” admits the defence.
“I plead temporary insanity,” I declare, clutching at straws.
The judge peers over his pince-nez at the large mound of literature on the evidence desk before him.
“Habitual temporary insanities,” I add.