Round and round in squares they ran
Just like they had read in the current community circular
Three-sided arguments were the order of the day
And given the third degree
They would have gotten into a right tangle.
“Discus this!” they cried
Throwing their sixpennyworth into the ring.
The jury was slow to come round eventually they passed judgment
They were cornered
Everybody’s facets were glazed and hyped beyond the news
Was a tanned gent.
“Guilty!” Was the verdict.
They were sent down.
For a long time
Many, many years
Well, you do the maths.