The Jury Is Out

THE JURY IS OUT* There once was a simple rhyme that made up a jury's mind. They gave it great thought for a verdict they sought as the clock in the courtroom passed time. They had to determine how true the allegation that the man really killed his wife; or if he could go free and go on with his life. They listened very closely their minds made up mostly. But their brains the lawyer did sway, as they listened and then heard him say, "If the glove doesn't fit you have to acquit." and "not guilty" became the verdict. And that was the rhyme that turned the jury's mind. 'Twas a shame, and a sham; what a crime. * The O.J. trial prompted this poem when I saw a commercial for the Johnny Cochran Law firm on TV (after Cochran died).