The tea-boy in the Court
The tea-boy in the court counts cups
For each broken cup he loses
Half a day’s wages.
The tea-stall in the Court
On a hot summer afternoon
As the arguments and tea became thinner
The vendor’s pockets became bulgier.
It takes a lot of bar experience to expertly lie
Our senior lawyers argue well in black coats and bow tie
It takes years of experience and proper dress to expertly lie.
The client has still a few kitchen utensils to pawn
The client had pawned his last watch for the previous hearing
The judge is hard of hearing and the edge is nowhere nearing.
For the client life generally sucks while the lawyer, his nose,a- picks
His Lordship is lost in legal thinking and the lawyer, his nose, is a-picking
The client is licking his leather pouch’s lightness and life wholly sucking.
The typist’s wife has threatened divorce unless he brings money for her new dress
The typist waits in the corridor impatiently for the divorce client
His own marital peace depends much upon the latter’s colorful plaint.
On the broken bench the bank officer broods on things higher
On the broken bench the bank officer
Broods on things higher
In the sea of black coats
He is looking for his lawyer
As the hearing is drawing nearer.
Those wigs are now worn to try thugs
For civil cases their lordships will not wear
Those fearsome horse-hair wigs on their hair
They will wear them to try peddlers of drugs
And other hardened criminals and sundry thugs.
(“LONDON (Reuters) – Britain’s lawyers and judges are to break with centuries-old tradition and cease wearing white horse-hair wigs)
