We met, straggling in like Brown’s cows,
approximating the appointed time.
We talked in arcane codes of acronym,
approximating the agenda.
Skillfully sliding over specifics,
we adjourned matters, pending further information.
Making sly digs at absent colleagues,
we wallowed in gossip
and angst for the future we were avoiding.
There was no cuppa at the end; cost-cutting!
So we took an early minute;
too late to go back to the office now,
hardly worth it really.
Went to the pub
and talked about the fubbin’ useless gumn’t
and the fubbin’ useless d’par’mnt
and all these fubbin’ useless meetings
until some smartarse said,
‘whyn’t we do somethin’ about it?’
And we said
‘alright, we will!’
and next month
we finished even earlier.