Ode to the Bluebook

Elly Laff, Ode to the Bluebook, 44 Gonz. L. Rev. 575 (2009).


When first your shiny cover I did turn
And quickly passed my eyes across a page
My heart and soul began a steady chum
With an overwhelming sense of violent rage
For months it seemed that we would never bond
To understand your codes would make me tire
And how I longed to toss you in a pond
Or set your spiraled pages all afire.
And then one day I had a change of heart
And saw you from a different point of view
The comprehension hit me like a dart
And your crumpled pages looked as if brand new
And so it came to me that in the end
This bluebook. . .is nothing but a friend


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