THE LEGAL CHRISTMAS MUSIC CONTEST 2019: WIN A BEAR & BECOME A SONGWRITER: SUPPORTING FOOD BANKS

5 Responses

1. 

   Nick Hanning · December 4, 2019 at 15:00:48 · →

   I undertake to make a donation to a food bank and tender the following effort:

   Once in Royal Courts of Justice
   Stood a gutted paralegal
   When relief from sanctions had been
   Refused and the costs were evil
   The claim’s service non-compliant
   Soon be suing would the client

   She looked down from bench to table
   Who is judge of rules of court
   Never wait to serve she declared
   Lest your efforts do fall short
   Read the blog by that barrister
   So next time you will do better

2. 

   PJ Kirby · December 4, 2019 at 15:45:04 · →

   In the bleak midwinter
   A frosty judge did moan
   I stood and craved relief
   His heart was hard as stone
   Breaches had happened, breach on breach
   Breaches on breach
   In the bleak midwinter
   Not long ago

   What can I tell him
   In breach or so they say?
   If I was called Denton
   I might find a way
   If I was in person
   Perhaps I’d have a chance
   But as it is I’m buggered
   Today’s not been my day

3. 

   Simon Hunter · December 6, 2019 at 22:07:03 · →

   Now there were once two sisters
   But mummy loved one best,
   And in the will Holly got some cash
   And Ivy got the rest
   Oh, the rising of the sun,
   And the running of the deer,
   As sure as day follows on from night
   There’s a probate claim next year.

   Our Holly bore a long grudge,
   As sharp as any thorn;
   And Ivy did reciprocate
   So they’d not settle on the morn.
   Oh, the rising of the sun,
   And the running of the deer,
   As sure as day follows on from night
   There’s a probate claim next year.

   A donation is on its way to the Chiltern Foodbank

4. 

   Emma Rix · December 8, 2019 at 18:48:36 · →

   (To the tune of ‘Of the father’s heart begotten’)

   Of the client’s need begotten –
   Ere the claim began to be,
   The LAA the Law had spoken –
   Said it could no merit see.
   And despite a long ap-e-e-eal
   It was sadly clear to me:
   Justice flowing from that fountain,
   Only for the rich is she.

   I’ll leave a donation for the food bank collection box in Sainsbury’s on Peckham Road.

5. 

   Charles Bagot QC · December 8, 2019 at 19:32:28 · →

   Once in Rupert Jackson’s inbox
   Stood a lowly email chain
   Where a mother laid her budget
   With its phases full of costs
   Disproportionate was its name
   Jesus Christ how much incurred?

   It came down to earth from heaven
   So much gone now none at all
   Estimated off the table
   Hourly rates in free fall
   With contingencies so lowly
   Rupert was our saviour holy

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