Group Sonnet

In a small and quaint courtroom,

Held some attorneys in a mood.

They were all solving someone’s doom,

And desired some savory food.

All of them were short on time,

And desperately needed a hand.

But they heard a chime,

And ran across the land.

They were on their break,

All crammed in the elevator.

And for their sake,

They would see each other later.

One went home all nice and snug,

Knowing the others would fall in the trap that he dug.