Joined by a Quick Joint | final version

The digger cut off the fibrescope, unwise of it!
Which I now hold in my hand at court as an exhibit
They will be thinking again I tumbled the lawns out
But who accompanied me? Nobody? They doubt
So, please, Your Honour, refrain from punishment
It is only the fault of my digger, as it's meant
She muddled the cracked wires, all that dung
Which started even me, though I am no longer young
I read in the manual, "Emergency' chapter":
This puzzle has solved by itself with no adapter
The quick joint joined all which was cracked
So I pray Your Honour a reward for this act
The fibrescope tomorrow completely I'll mend
And two trees on the lawn in the site I'll plant