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