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Lawyer Wainwright harrumphed and rose to his feet
To defend his client in front of the jury,
In what all thought would be an impossible feat,
But approached the jury in a manner unhurried.

He began, his eyes bright, his brow unfurrowed.
He looked to his left and he looked to his right.
“Ladies and gents, the evidence you’ve heard!
My client's guilty as sin, the case is airtight!
But decorum requires that I say a few words
And, you all must agree, that is only right.”

“I will be brief,” and then spoke for two hours,
And then continued on for four hours more.
He spoke of the freedom in this land that is ours.
He told of his parents born honest but poor.
He mentioned that his client liked puppies and flowers.
He said “ipso facto” and “caveat emptor”.

He cited twenty-one constitutional rights.
He reviewed all the evidence, each piece and scrap. 
He asked all of them to keep justice in sight.
He spoke of the history and the making of maps.
He described some relevant Druidical rites.
He loudly complained about his property tax.

He freely admitted the DA was right
When he sought to see his client at the end of a rope.
But urged the reporters to continue to write
Of this grave travesty of justice, in the hope 
That one day this horrendous wrong they would right,
And "peace, justice and mercy would circle the globe."

By the time he’d left off in his defense summation
No one in the courtroom thought to begrudge
His client when, after due deliberation,
They found him not guilty and convicted the judge.

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