The Law

If sausages were made like law

We'd be eating them quite raw,

Or too refined or way too sweet,

Or maybe trampled in the street.

I'd like to see a lawyer thirst

Over knowledge of bratwurst;

Or perhaps a judge could toy

With the rights of saveloy.

And what would juries ever think

Of the greasy breakfast link?

Seems like courts already grapple

With nothing more than rancid scrapple.