The institution’s mainly manned,
But the suspension
Of the man from Granite land
Means the retention
Of one to carry on
The curia’s purview.
What’s the intention?

Guy’ll pick a girl for the high court;
It ain’t gonna be a chap. . .chick.
Guy’ll pick a girl, not some guy short.
Guy’ll pick a girl; some won’t like it--
Nomination. . .try to spike it.
They’ll want some trog
From the far right
Who’s a he and Thomas-bright.
“Don’t pick a girl for the high court!”
They’ll whine, snort.

No, we do not yet know her name.
The pundits natter
And play their feckless guessing game
Of nomenclature.
They haven’t got a clue
Yet on and on they rave;
Talking heads blather too,
Carp and they bray.

Guy’ll pick a girl for the high court;
It ain’t gonna be a wack dick,
Like Antonin. . .can that guy snort!
Guy’ll pick a girl; some won’t like it--
Nomination. . .try to spike it.
They’ll want a dog
Who’s going to bite,
Try to shred the Bill of Rights.
“Don’t pick a girl for the high court!”
They’ll whine, [ex]hort.

Of girls there’s just one, and she’s ill.
Sandra’s gone, and a space to fill;
Souter said that he’d had his fill.
Pres. ain’t gonna guy it--
I think a chick deal’s imminent.

Guy’ll pick a girl for the high court;
Maybe a black or Hispanic.
Guy’ll pick a girl who can eye torts.
Guy’ll pick a girl; some won’t like it--
Nomination. . .try to spike it.
They’ll want some cog
In the far right
Who’s won’t be too erudite.
“Don’t pick a girl for the high court!”
They’ll cry, snort.