Poetry by Jeff Green

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Meetings

by cricketjeff on June 8, 2011.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Hip hip hooray! I’m going to a meeting!
I’ll do my best to not begin to doze
But usually my interest is fleeting
And then I droop and land hard on my nose

It’s not my fault if those who speak are boring
The subjects aren’t as gripping as could be
Soon from the back I hear the strains of snoring
And shake awake when noticing it’s me!

Do others always find them soporific
Or are they keen as mustard to attend
The prospect of another is horrific
A room of faces trying to pretend

Now I’ve arrived with mug of tea in hand
I hope it’s full so I shall have to stand!