It will never be so cold
that lawyers have to run from dockets
whose value is as a good as gold
with hands in their handpicking pockets.
Inspired by an old Johnny Carson joke repeated to me by Jack Golbert.
When asked, “How cold was it? ' Johnny replied: “It was so cold that lawyers were running around with their hands in their own pockets.”
© 2009 Gershon Hepner 12/30/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem