Confusion Hits a Club
Confusion hits a club
That’s when some began to be confused:
When in their club new blood was infused,
Prayers for starting meetings refused!
Soon, Treasurer in Mercedes cruised,
On weekends a Toyota used;
Now, finance files for hours perused!
“Who has our twenty million used?”
Hurt voice responding to the hearts bruised
A Treasurer by query bemused
But sometimes about query enthused…
Next, separatists from what had been fused,
Freshly ticking time bomb long defused
‘Calls for an understanding’ abused…
Wouldn’t club’s foes with joy be suffused?
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