Latecomers In Trouble
More than anything, they hate
Their members arriving late:
After “Eight” still at The Gate…
One walks fast, forgets “Loved Gait”;
The Dirty, be in that State!
More than anything, they hate
To be the ones that should wait
For Stewart, Maureen or Kate:
Colleagues who’d been handed “Date”,
The Last that should slight their mate
Or fall to The Cheapest Bait.
A forum one holds one’s plate,
Spanish Wine served in a crate
And one drinks at chosen rate
So why not treat it as Great:
The Forum permit its weight?
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