For the bored and the boring
With all the time in the world
A fresh topic for discussion
Has once again unfurled …
As our tired Milords retire
Dreaming of relaxing spaces
The Bar commences speculation
On “Who will take their places?”
Though judges hardly matter
In new schemes of the Nation
The Powers keep an eye on
Candidates ripe for elevation
Once merit takes a backseat
The choice is incredibly vast
Gender, age, region all come in
As also track record and caste!
Your pedigree and background
The selectors will remember
But what’ll surely weigh a lot
Is the prestige of your Chamber!
If your senior has been a Milord
There is always a greater scope
In case you slip or stumble
He can throw you a tested rope
Elevating thoughts will go on
Till the gossipers are fully sated
Either because you finally made it
Or because your rival got elevated!