A Diverted Jest Poem by Bryan Taplits

'No time, ' he thought. 'No time for this'!
His day was running full.
'I have no time for this, ' the lawyer thought.
'This guy is just a tool'!
So without a thought and nary a doubt
He replied with withering scorn-
'This day is not top-notch enough
'For me to wear your thorns! '
And he never knew-but this was true-
As his bane hastily left the room-
The assistance that the patron sought
Paved a path
that would have healed a wound.