Shenanigans
There was an old lawyer named Ruth
Who didn't mind bending the truth.
No scoundrel too bad,
If money he had.
He'd have pled self defense for Wilkes Booth.
For Carolyn's
lawyer limerick Tied for no. 1
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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