The Trial

The barrister had always been a liberal thinker An uprising star with roaming genes of a tinker In the court-room she never took of her guard But in real life she had become a nude poet and bard When night fell and the judge had given a ruling She engaged in quite a different type of fooling Took off on a mission and discarded her wig Shed her clothes in seduction and presented her fig Her staircase was made from iron and teak wood She resolved to slide down into joy because she could Let loose her flaming red hair and sported a merkin Which Freud himself would have matched with a gherkin Romeo waited downstairs and dreamt of her burning bush Watched with passionate enchantment and sat on his tush The house had three stories and a well-oiled narration A glorious place for nudity and amorous cohabitation She mounted the bannister and put on strawberry jelly Leant forward and slid down on her curvaceous belly The baluster held firm when the motion went into full flight But she nearly impaled herself on a newel in search for her knight Bruised her fanny but fancy tickled ‘I will go down with delight’ She shouted and presented her aperture for him to have sight When she twisted and lost her footing near the firm skirting And gave head to the outer space landing something was squirting Grasped a gooseneck pushed a quarter turn out of position But she was much closer to Romeo’s crown jewels’ volition She tumbled down one more floor with cleavage exposed While her nether regions spread wide open and proposed To her lover to rig up his beautiful mast before she came Unlike the rule of law this was not simply a logical game In the course of events we are shaped by habits and vocation But being caught naked and crumbled gave rise to temptation The bottom connecter came loose because of wormed wood So instead of in his arms near the bedroom she landed in soot The cellar was dusty and because of the coal she went black Not so nude any longer but heaped in cobweb’s intricate slack What goes down must come up it’s not rocket science This called for resilience pure force and sooty defiance Camouflaged she wished she had used a rubber for descent And taken less lubricant but now was not the time to relent 'We’ll play grubby now my lover is always quite dirty in session When he hears me moaning and groaning in lustful expression' They proceeded in thrust but the details are too explicit for sharing Let us just say playful with no limits and wonderfully daring Next morning with criminal proceedings resting on her actions She told the jurors a story about handrails exposure and traction Sometimes she exclaimed 'one has to go the extra mile for acquittal And take off all the emperor’s clothing to be fully committal' 12th October 2019