We put out a plea on Friday for legal haiku, or limericks for the more ambitious. We've been so impressed with the results that we thought we might make a call for iambic pentameter or alexandrine rhyme. But, for now, we'll post a few of our favorites from the comments.
Much to our surprise, many of the poems had a certain angst-y edge, as did this epic haiku:
It's 7 p.m.
Time for my favorite partner
To give me some work.
This great Chinese place
Knows my order by heart when
I pull all-nighters
The partner should have
Been a doctor, for how bad
His handwriting is.
Redline or blackline,
What's the diff? They're the colors
Of my jail cell's bars.
O wondrous printer,
How you tease me for hours
Over one comma
My cell mate has a
Cat at home, a sleeping bag
Right here by his desk.
Traveling for work:
It means I've seen conference rooms
In many countries.
While this limerick about the Statute of Frauds was far more clever than anything Bar/Bri could come up with:
The Statute of Frauds makes it clear
You’ll need to get out writing gear
If there is a doubt
That you’ll carry out
The terms of the deal in one year
You must jot down interests in land
And deals based on marital hand
And goods that you trade
(but aren’t custom-made)
That sell for more than a half grand
Two other things that it covers:
Pacts to pay debts of another
And anytime where
They seek estate debts to recover
So, please keep posting.