Poetry

The Jury

By 19th May 2011December 9th, 2019No Comments

They put me on a jury,
Compelled to serve my time,
I said that I would string them up
If they could prove the crime.

The judge was a Recorder,
A stand-in I presume.
In order to keep order
She banned titters from the room.

The witnesses were nervous,
The jury was as well.
The prisoners were downcast.
Were they guilty, who could tell?

But then it all got boring
And as the Counsel fought,
I slept and started snoring,
So I got, “Contempt of Court.”

The jury was disbanded.
They tried the case again
And they will never have me back.
Oh what a bloody shame!

Andrew Diamond

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