Roger G. McDonald: Court in the act

Court in the act

She led a life that rarely took in change.

Like laundry in their early days she thought

that he’d come clean as she exposed her range

of strengths to him. She was a potent sort.

It was the reason they began to court.

He saw her as a magistrate in court.

She made the rules and wasn’t one to change

her sentences without a some careful thought.

It puzzled him, but still he sailed in range.

He’d take the risk and some time later, sort

His mind’s mess out. He was the reckless sort,

the guy who’d never pause to count his change.

He was Sex Highway, she, Romantic Court.

His contract was for promises, not thought.

Fulfilment never showed up in his range.

He loved her, but his instincts made him range

the lowlands of his childhood. Her court

ruled steadiness, but also asked for change.

(How do you transform a liquorice all-sort?)

The idea seemed a cinch, or so he thought.

It proved to be a controversial thought.

She loved him too; he fell within the range

of squires she preferred. No other sort

would once have done. But now a child meant change.

What happened? Ask the lawyers, and the court.

Roger G. McDonald