LAW

LAWn.


Once Law was sitting on the bench,
And Mercy knelt a-weeping.
“Clear out!” he cried, “disordered wench!
Nor come before me creeping.
Upon your knees if you appear,
‘Tis plain you have no standing here.”

Then Justice came. His Honor cried:
Your status? — devil seize you!”
Amica curiæ,” she replied —
“Friend of the court, so please you.”
“Begone!” he shouted — “there’s the door —
I never saw your face before!”
—G.J.