Hold the Anchovies

Agent Ferman of the FBI
Came and looked me in the eye

Grabbed me from my house
I had to be as quiet as a mouse

I did not like it, not one bit
And then they made me sit and sit

I do not like Anchovies, a slimy fish
I do not like them in a dish

I do not like them on a pie
I do not see them in the sky

I do not want them here or there
I do not want them anywhere

And if you think six hours is fine
All that did was made me pine

For freedom from the illegal arrest
That made me confess under duress.

Suppress you must it is true
The Fourth Amendment says that too.


(a poem written about my moot court argument, spring semester 2002).

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