--I posted this in Yahoo with the names removed and got a rant from Caz saying stop including her in my diatribes. Notice she is not mentioned!
The Jury
by Happy Hiram
Olympian powered they hold my fate andlike the ghost at a funeral I watch and wait
Dave the foreman tries to steer
but the rebel BG's verdict is clear
Dallas placates all sides around
thinking her true thoughts don't make a sound,
Love Child speaks for the prosecution
but tries to placate those of different resolution
Lapiz defends though she's not really sure
and Chicken Little quivers and longs for the door.
Cheesy and Liz plot to blow up the courts
while Alpha whatever through the documents sorts*
Cassie dwells on their oath to be impartial while Pandora's emotions swing from grievous to martial.
Thomas, the swing vote, sits in the wings
Pondering ancient and unrelated things.
Pete, E, Gene and Neon, back-up jurors
Go home unable to hang him in self-pity and furor.
Hiram stands up, the verdict is rendered.
His Yahoo account to the bailiff is rendered.
*Notice the broken English in this line, my gift to Frederic, Elys, Lapiz and yes my friend Gio, all those Ph'ded, published, renowned or just beloved hackers of the English language. Butchery is seldom beauty when the meat is too archaic.
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