Well, you had a good lunch, and the remnants you much
As you sit there in judicial glory,
But you'd better take care for it wouldn't be fair
If your snoring awakened the jury.
So you nod like a sage, but you feel in a cage
And you wish you had trained as a plumber
All attired like a judge, you are too tired to budge,
It is time for your post-prandial slumber.