Have Gavel - Will Travel

"ALL RISE! THIS HONORABLE COURT IS NOW IN SESSION!" I whack the gavel down, I'm a Bailiff by profession. Another challenging day in the hallowed court room begins, As hapless souls appear before the judge to recount their sins! The cases on the docket really run the gamut, you see, From a neighbor's barking mutt to murder in the first degree! Some folks want a jury trial which is their constitutional right, Praying a sympathetic jury will relieve them from their plight! The judge ponders what to do with those poor forlorn souls, Whose misdeeds have washed them upon on perilous shoals. A defendant asks the inscrutable judge not to remand him to jail, While his lawyer pleads earnestly for his release on bail! The judge's pace is frantic, he's got a lot on his mind. He's lost his specs, I say, "Judge, justice is supposed to be blind!" My inane remark makes him guffaw and seems to ease the strain. I find his bifocals and he dispenses justice once again! A Bailiff's job is hectic and there's little time for leisure. Loyalty to the judge is paramount since you serve at his pleasure, Tactfully but firmly communicating with all sorts of humanity, Supporting the judge and the community with the utmost fidelity! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)