Society needs some certain laws.
For peace, the baddies must not spot flaws
Or rules they’d bend,
And then offend
And get away scot-free in the end!
But if we take a closer look
At that respectable rule book
We’d find that to convict for treason
Some rules don’t seem to have much reason
And still they remain each passing season!
Take for example a postage stamp
You stuck it on, no light or lamp
On envelope, ‘twas upside down
The British monarch. The law would frown.
In Parliament House you felt unwell,
A heart attack, and down you fell
Illegal act! Off to the cell!
He’s dead sir, so you might as well.
In Scotland if a wanderer,
Knocked on your door: begged to enter.
For toilet trip, you must let him in.
Even the man you knew would sin?
Legally, a pregnant woman can,
Relieve herself in a policeman’s
Helmet! Or wherever she pleases
Let’s hope we never see those squeezes.
In York I’ve heard it is allowed
To murder a Scotsman if he’s too loud
Inside ancient city walls he must be,
On him, bow and arrow you must see.
If one day you felt paranoid
Wore a suit of armour to avoid
Those strangers who death stared you
Entering Houses of Parliament would be illegal too!
A woman topless is not permitted
But in a tropical fish store it is admitted
That that same woman, if a clerk she be
From this illegal act she is free
Who ever thought of all these laws?
The creators I must applause
For publishing their bizarre ideas
In the rule book that all men fear
Giving all lawyers and judges some small cheer.