The Cork Solicitor

Carrying their brief to Washington Street Ready to present before the court A solicitor’s compelling case Based on the law of tort The judge arrives on the circuit Yet in his ways he is hardwired To let this case run on forever An efficient ruling, anything but An hour later, the judge cries “Time to break for lunch” Soon, we’ll find the defendant’s motives About which I have a hunch Across the street lies there A sandwich and hot tea Although those desperate junior counsels Will beg for soup from you and me Come evening, sessions close There’s a bus home from the quay Emails from the Law Society Ask us to record our CPD