Poetic Side: The CJN and The Legal Comedy – Bolaji Ramos

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I.

Wake me up from my slumber
When this legal comedy,
That now I must sing in parody,
Purges itself of this cacophonous melody.

There was no Mr. Spencer
To play the clueless clown
Or Mr. Bean
To play the jester around town.
No Baba Sala
To wear the comical frown,
Except the CJN and lawyers
In their usual wigs and many a gown.

II.

Act 1 Scene 1 was a tale of absence
A tale of incessant CJN’s absence
From the centre stage of reckoning
Where equal treatment and subjection
Is the only language of the prompter.
A tale of contemptuous absence
To answer a case of confessed forgetfulness.
Yet NBA feels the CJN must always wear a crown.

Draw the stage curtains as you please,
And curtail the stage lighting,
The audience will still laugh
To this resounding comedy like a threnody.

III.

Act 1 Scene 2 was a tale of orders
A tale of magical ex parte orders,
Obtained from the gavels of the fraternals—
Flat characters-turned-round characters,
Whose first instinct, since their metamorphosis,
Was to save the head from the executioner.
Cut off the head, and the rest becomes vulnerable.

Let no-one draw the stage curtains now,
Or curtail the stage lighting,
As the lay audience must analyse
This comedy with a tune of threnody.

IV.

Act 1 Scene 3 was a tale of the warrant
A tale of the warrant of arrest,
Issued to reaffirm the power of the adjudicator,
Issued to confirm that the centre stage of reckoning
Be no respecter of any mammoth or Mammon—
A centre stage of reckoning
Where the Lion must bow and answer to the Dog,

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Draw the stage curtains as you please,
And curtail the stage lighting,
The audience will still laugh
To this resounding comedy like a threnody.

V.

Act 1 Scene 4 was a tale of final submission
A tale of elephantine arraignment,
And the entry to the dock
Where initial ardent absence stopped breathing—
A shocker to the legal community
Who have, in their extra-legal adrenal rush,
Lamented first the fall of mammoth
Before the deathless murder of law.

Let no-one draw the stage curtain now,
Or curtail the stage lighting,
As the lay audience must analyse
This comedy with a tune of threnody.

VI.

Act 1 Scene 5 was a tale of the tall story
A tale that harms the teeth that chew it
And springs up the blood pressure of its believers.
A tall story that is pretty taller
Than gods of the Heaven
And the goddesses of the Earth to conceive.
A tall story whose legal stage directors
Must dust off the suspicious dirt in their mouths
At the honourable mention of same.

Draw the stage curtains as you please,
And curtail the stage lightning,
The audience will still laugh
To this resounding comedy like a threnody.

VII.

Please wake me up from my slumber
When this legal comedy,
That now I must sing in parody,
Purges itself of this cacophonous melody.

There was no Mr. Spencer
To play the clueless clown
Or Mr. Bean
To play the jester around town.
No Baba Suwe
To wear the comical frown,
Except the CJN and the lawyers
At centre stage of reckoning
Where the CJN must take his pills,
And the lawyers bake their bills.

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–Bolaji Ramos, Esq.
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