After a trying day,
When for once things went my way,
I look around my cluttered room,
Knowing that I may move soon.
If things don’t work out for me,
Then I will have to move imminently.
Where to, ask I? I do not know.
But an answer into my mind’ll soon go.
The Thirteenth of this Month for me,
Was a lucky day, fortunately,
For I did learn and understand,
That the Rule of Law is not underhand.
Possession of a flat was from me sought,
Through the Rule of Law, in a Court,
The Landlords with Proper Notice, didn’t adhere,
And tonight, I am still in residence here.
Whether in the Right or Wrong am I,
The Court has ruled I should not comply
With Notice to Quit, given previously,
Which, according to law, was served illegally.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 13 December 2005
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