Well, it seems that Etta held quite a vendetta
Against her town's only clothing store
Etta acquired a sweater that was very slightly torn
So she intended to return it the next morn
But her brain just snapped and she did slap
The attendent who worked on the floor
Now she's in jail, there's no hope of bail
And yes, the mended sweater still hangs in the store
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