Today's Polkian update -- in limerick form! →[More:]

There once was a woman named Susan
Who thought that a juror was snoozin'.
She asked that her case
Be promptly erased
The judge, her poor mind she is losin'.

Polk ceaselessly asks that her case
Be sent into deep outer space.
She wouldn't stop talkin'
When Judge went a'walkin' --
Made Bailiff all red in the face.

And what's to be said for the judge?
Her job is becoming a drudge.
In frustrated clench,
She fled from the bench,
Sue Polk was refusing to budge.

The judge, she returned from backstage.
And Polk, she continued to wage
a battle on Briner --
Could not have been finer.
The judge cut her off in a rage.

And prosecutorial Paul?
Seems he's the worst off of them all.
She called him disgusting.
Her daft verbal thrusting?
It's sending him right up the wall.

On Wednesday she called him a creep.
Said morals are only skin deep.
He laughed in her face,
Put her in her place.
His mouth shut, he just could not keep.

I want it to go on forever.
This whole weird Sue Polkish endeavor.
It's so damned baroque --
Like some ginormous joke.
It makes you just go, "Hey, whatever."

So now it is with dreadful sorrow
That we wait for reports from tomorrow.
It's got to be good.
There's no way it could
Be anything less than bizarro.