The agenda was ready three weeks in advance
and the lecture was polished as well,
and the writers had gathered to hear the bard speak
but he dozed, so the plan went to hell.

Imagine the tempers and blood pressure there
as the podium empty was left ,
and the writers were puzzled to see the blank space
as the bard in his negligence slept.

So here’s the apolology, not an excuse
the bard’s getting old, don’t you see?
and it’s not that he’s nasty nor ignorant now:
it’s just that his brain is at sea.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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