The Judge

He was somebody's needy brother-in-law,

Somebody wrote a letter

That someone of importance saw,

A turn came for the better.

They folded him in a black, black robe

And gave him a salary,

Affairs of all mankind to probe.

He lacks now not a calory.

He's now a gentleman by half,

With callouses on his rump,

Past all worry and riffraff.

His wife no more a frump

. Will wear a gown as bright as his

Is black, forbidding,

And he has but to sit and quiz

Morals that are skidding.

| DOUBT

Faith can move mountains.

Let the mountains be.

For when mountains stir

There is no peace, even in the sea.