Fieldsy and Bill: A DR Fairly Trail
Three score and seven months ago the Odyssey began
Intrepid Fieldsy taking charge, with vision and elan,
To turn established text into a third, more sage, edition
ADR, law, identity, much theory in addition.
Too onerous proved this arduous task for authors, young and free,
They forged a brand new first edition - with cover girt by sea.
The text prolapses ADR, and DR comes to fore
One letter less, efficiency, the modern troubadour
DR is law’s true business, and the future task of lawyers
Though other disciplines bring great skills as DR purveyors.
Rachael creates matrices with fierce analysis
And practice has its rightful place - or better still praxis,
She critiques Priestly’s saintly core with missionary fervour
Though herself is, reverently, a god-fearing verger
In every field young Fieldsy brings a rigour to the joust
Her style so mellifluous recalls the prose of Proust
Judges too recalcitrant and theorists far too thin
She trumps them one by one with acerbic verve, and gin,
Bill looks on half-dazed as her libretto forms apace
Just minor emendations to claim his cover place
Disputes twixt Bill and Fieldsy? There were a somewhat few
The comma matter not resolved, it caused a constant blue.
For Rachael, every, word, must, have, its, punctuation, own,
Now here’s a tale not told before, though every word is true,
Bill inveigled Fieldsy long to move to Bond’s green hue
Abandon Brisbane’s creek and drudge and start again anew
Resistance was her sad response, excuses thickly grew.
The strangest part: once Bill departs for Sydney waters twee
Then Rachael moves to level two with stark alacrity
In truth she’s now resolved to move to Sydney Harbour Bridge
Once Bill has used his GPS to reclaim Bogun ridge.
Nonetheless, to revert to quest, the virtual was at hand
To ease Homeric ventures with a constant flow of brand
One note of serious concern amidst the frippery
Concerning current happenings with lack of policy
How serious is the plight of those who flee from ravaged lands
Out-trumped by bigotry and fear, excuses weak and bland,
Asylum-seekers, refugees, minorities galore,
The flames are fanned by news corp hacks, the jocks and many more
Where is DR’s noble soul in contexts such as these?
That is a challenge we must face, so join a movement please.
To take on privilege and power, denial atmospheric,
Post-truth, untruth, and spin and sin, every sad heuristic.
But to end on sombre tones might seem a trifle crook
For cheerful lives and value add - you just should by the book.
Thanks are due to Lexis Nex, to Nick, friends, Faculty
And to abandoned progeny, my beloved DRC
Which fulsome praise it does receive about page 113
Thanks to Bond, once pioneer and leader in the race
Though ACU with holy crew is picking up the pace.
I now must end abruptly too these rhymes sore terrible
Lest there be those who shout aloud ‘Enough, far too much bull.’