Conference to Elicit Joy
A conference for four hundred and twenty-five
I was the only one extremely open and alive
Met a guy with a badge who claimed name of Fred
After trying to converse, realized he was dull as dead.
Woman named Nama was the next one I was to meet.
Extremely boring, brought her husband flaccid Pete.
They hold this conference to give us joy and jive.
Four hundred peons, I may be the only one still alive.
I wanted to spark a little vitalizing, sparkling happy fun.
No other participant was on board with this, not a single one.
A conference that was advertised to revitalize us with joy.
It was a bust, you can ask my gadabout Uncle Roy.
He whispered in my ear, let’s blow this place!
We had to drag gram out, she was a disgrace.
She farted and burped, also threw up her lunch.
Making their conference a tad better, maybe a whole bunch.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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