Classic Poem

Once Law was sitting on the bench,
And Mercy knelt a-weeping.
" Clear out! " he cried, " disordered wench!
Nor come before me creeping.
Upon your knees if you appear,
'Tis plain you have no standing here. "

Then Justice came. His Honor cried:
" Your status? — devil seize you! "
" Amica curiae, " she replied —
" Friend of the court, so please you. "
" Begone! " he shouted — " there's the door —
I never saw your face before! "