The Quorum Of The Difficult

Sat assembled at a dinner of sorts

Their quintessence only matched

By the aristocracy of their class

Ringing the assemblage to order

With a spoon banging on a crystal

Sudden silence filled with glares

Of, how dare you summon this........

Ickie, wickie, stickie......'SILENCE!

Of all things!' Women flexed their nails_

Men rubbed their fresh shaved faces,

'What on earth do you want Man!

Spit it out.....you......you........you.....

Whatever you are!'

The waiter hurriedly began their Service

While the Speaker droned on

The guests paused their soup spoons in midair

And then quickly dug into their soup

They sipped and slurped sometimes

Louder than that god-awful Speaker

Whom little attention was paid to, if at all

The place was bustling with waiters

Delivering course after course

Still the Speaker had NOT shut up!

Till finally__dessert and coffee!

Yippee! They promptly pulled out

Their checkbooks & hurriedly scribbled

While chomping on spoons and such

Plunking their slips of paper on

A silver tray then joyfully filed out!

Blacmist~