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
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