In the land of Delay-a-Lot, where time’s but a haze,
Lived Merrick the Meek in his dithering days.
With his gavel of caution and robe made of rules,
He’d ponder and ponder, “I must not rush, fools.”
For the Grump, bold as brass, had danced quite the jig,
Stealing secrets and power with schemes oh-so-big.
On January the Sixth, he’d ignited a coup,
Yet Merrick just muttered, “I’ll need more to do.”
While Merrick did wait in his cautious cocoon,
The Grump built a castle on Delay-a-Lot’s moon.
With walls made of bluster and flags full of lies,
He crowed to his cronies, “They’ll never surmise!”
For Merrick the Meek, with his slowness and care,
Had failed to deliver Grump a much-needed scare.
He’d weighed and reviewed, he’d re-weighed, and then,
He decided, “Let’s wait—it’s just not quite time when…”
When Grump retakes the throne with a loud, hearty shout,
“I’m back! Did you miss me? Did you ever have doubt?”
He’ll chuckle and smirk as the Sneetches all frown,
“Could Merrick not see this whole mess going down?”
Poor Jack the Smith, with his files piled high,
Had a case built of bricks that reached to the sky.
But alas! DoJ had a rule—quite the twist—
“No trials of a president,” and Grump topped the list.
Dismiss it! Dismiss it!” the Grump’s lawyers cried,
And Merrick, still pondering, simply replied,
“Well, rules are the rules, and fairness is key.
I can’t go too fast—what would that say of me?”
And thus, in Delay-a-Lot’s grand marble halls,
The echoes of justice just bounced off the walls.
The Sneetches grew weary, their patience ran thin,
“How did the Grump, with his crimes, ever win?”
For Merrick the Meek, with his pondering ways,
Had gifted the Grump countless unearned delays.
And now, with his power restored to full might,
The Grump laughed at laws and stayed up all night.
“You see,” he declared, “what Merrick forgot,
Is justice delayed is justice that’s not!”
His cronies all cheered in their swampy delight,
While the Sneetches grew quiet and dimmed in their fight.
The moral, dear friend, is simple but grave:
When justice moves slow, it’s the guilty who rave.
For want of a spine, a republic might be lost,
And dithering’s price comes at far too great a cost.
So, remember this tale in the land of Delay,
Where rules without reason let Grumps have their way.
Act swift, act with courage, for justice must shine—
Or the Grumps of the world will take all that is thine.
~Dunneagin~
