Poetic justice
A man was called to witness that a couple had been making love in a park.
The witness: They were fucking your honor.
The judge: Could the witness put it in a more Sheakspearian way.
The witness: The park was dark but caused no fear Until tiny sounds came to my ear;
there was this couple on the ground there and his balls were dangling in the air;
and you know his what was in her, you know where;
if that wasn't fucking your Honor I wasn't there.
