“He has shaking hands, sweating a lot,”
“You can’t say he’s not guilty, no you cannot!”
Neil Lowdown, for that was his name,
Was accused of stealing from somebody’s brain,
Plagiarism, that is of what he was accused,
“Innocent until proven guilty,” this he was refused.
Now, standing before his accuser,
With influenza, to boot, he felt a real loser,
“You plagiarised from the Telephone Book,”
“Copied names and addresses, where-ever you did look!”
“You made no acknowledgement of the publishers’ work,”
“Re-publishing this like some greedy jerk.”
“You cover over the pernicketty bit,”
“And off you do run, Lickety split!”

Now, we know that some folk may criticise such a tale,
Thinking it excessive, that such foolishness does prevail.
But just read the papers, watch T.V news.
And surely you’ll note even more stupid views.
After all, plagiarising a telephone book,
Is not like stealing recipes to cook,
Clandestinely, secretly, at home.
To profit from another’s inventive tome.

The Telephone Company, of course, won the day.
There was such sobbing, as they carted Neil Lowdown away!