I recently watched a Judge Judy episode when under the weather, something I never do,
but I was really too sniffly to do much else.”Oh Sure!” I can just hear you saying.
Anyway, as usual, she was being very hostile towards someone for not making themself
perfectly clear. I started to imagine a court case where a lawyer in his brief brief really upsets
Judge Judy by asking her a question (which he should know he is not allowed to do in briefs!)
Not a “soft talker”, a character type introduced on Seinfeld, he is instead, a vague talker.
Anyway, the poem’s title above reveals the outcome, but I haven’t bothered to write that
for you. Hey! I told you I was sick! I simply give you here:
The Transcript Of The Lawyer’s Offensive Verbal Behavior:
“He worked for Whatchamacallit making thingamajigs and widgets;
He worked for umpteen days at the standard pay.
His job was putting doodads on the gismos he was making,
His problem relates to what I’m about to say:
He forgot to put the whatsits on the gadgets as requested—
A heap of them shipped out that very day—
The boondoggle that resulted was just as you’d imagine,
So we do need to proceed without delay.
Old whatshisname’s reaction is what you would expect
So he’ll deal with it in much the usual way,
Thus the status of my client as of now is undetermined,
So your honour I’ve a question, if I may?
If the thingies do what they’re meant to do
Even minus their thingamabobs,
Should either party even have to pay?
And as my client’s uncle owns the patent on the thing,
Well, is this relative relative would you say?”