Are they all just the usual plonkers
With long woolly wigs and red gowns?
Or are others impossibly bonkers,
Sophisticates dressed up as clowns?
Just the same bunch of bald legal eagles,
Peccadillos infecting their brains?
Imagining juries are beagles
Out hunting us? Are they insanes?
Relenting, will some make repentance
To a crusty, crepuscular God?
Or is every single sentence
More wallop from ancient old cod?
There are judges, and then there are judges
Sitting still as a quick-frozen fart:
Until they are moved, or one budges,
How the hell can one tell them apart?
