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Poetic Justice.

HUGH MORRIS

Thursday, December 18th, 2003

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “Great Scot !” cried Jock, up in the dock,
“I tell y’ it was nae me !
I’ve got t’ scotch the rumour
That I punched a referee…”
The Judge just sat and sipped his Scotch
As he listened to Jock’s plea,
He was a foo’ball fan himself,
So Jock had his sympathy.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Jock admitted he had bawled abuse
At conclusion of the game,
But claimed it could not be construed
That he was the one to blame;
He said the ref had fallen down
‘Cause he was scared t’ death,
But a witness giving evidence
Spoke of whisky on Jock’s breath…

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Jock swore the fumes that he exhaled
Were “Nae mair than Scotch mist,”
The Judge agreed and shouted out,
“Not guilty, case dismissed !”
Thus Jock was acquitted
Of assault and battery,
And he was awarded costs,
So Jock got off scot free.

© Llew Beaton 18 December 2003.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/poetic-justice/