Looking Forward

The Judge.

                          The Judge sat wisely in wig and gown,

Upon his brow, a vengeful frown,

The old lag trembled in the dock,

Waiting for, the short, sharp shock.

His Counsel standing at the bar,

Tried to justify the car,

From which the lag had tried to rob,

It was to be his last big job.

Six mirrors on the car he’d placed,

For use when from the scene he raced,

No, not because he was blind,

He preferred to see what was behind.

A police-crew on a simple call,

Watched and saw the thief’s car stall,

And when the blue lights, they switched on,

The thief panicked and soon was gone.

You see, six police cars, he had seen,

From the six mirrors on his screen,

‘ Some grass must have informed the Bill,

I must escape, I hope I will’.

To cut this story, he was nicked,

And later with the jury picked,

He stood alone before the Beak,

Copped a plea, six months to seek.

‘ The Charge, for which, you guilty plea,

Was planned precisely, from what I see,

When committing it, you were on bail,

I therefore sentence you: three years in jail’.

The lag looked up unto His Honour,

‘I fear’ he said ‘that I’m a goner,

I have but six months ‘till I’m dead’.

‘ Just do your best’ the shrewd Judge said.

-------Mike-------