Horse Trading Poem by Adrian Murphy

Dark suits and solemn faces abound
Formal heels tap tapping on the marble as
Legal eagles pace to their clients
Here in the Great Hall the real deal is done.

Imposing columns topped with curls and swirls
Grand heraldic shields and strange Latin words each
Impose some grandeur on this age old market scene
Here in the Great Hall the real deal is done.

Folks huddle, debating each offer in whispers
Is this for the best? What should I do?
Off in the corner my own proxy is jousting
Here in the Great Hall the real deal is done.

Fresh from her dealing, my proxy returns
Can I read from her face if a deal can be struck?
A price is determined and years of marriage dissolved
Here in the Great Hall the real deal is done.