Dodo Eggs

One of the greatest lessons that ever broke over my head came when I was the most confused.  I was in high school struggling with an appreciation of quadratic equations, balancing chemical reactions, and especially poetry. 

“This stuff is stupid!” I was standing in the hallway talking to everyone in earshot.  “I mean it!  And nothing quite reaches the heights of stupidity and pointlessness like poetry.”

My social studies instructor overheard my bleating and decided to throw in a free lesson. 

“You think it’s stupid because you can’t do it or you don’t understand it.  If you were able to write poetry and finish the math and science successfully I think your opinion would dramatically change.”

I eventually came to grasp the math and science but to this day I have failed to garner a handle for poetry.  Then I observed my supervisors at the Parks & Recreation Department crammed into the Aquatics office.  No serious issues existed so they were closing small meaningless loopholes in the ways lifeguards dress, twirl their whistle, or even sit.

I became possessed by the bard’s spirit and crafted this poem to leadership meetings without a clear cause.  For greater applicability, I have given it a business setting.  Read it slowly and aloud for any pentameter may be hard to find.

               The florescent lights burn strong then blink,
                  Coffee bittersweet, stale bagels whole wheat,
                  A table of heels and ties all struggle to think.
                  Meeting is a bore, administrators on third floor.
                  Too many irons searching for the same kink.

                  “Productivity up, I guess moral is high.
                  But small problems exist…just pop the wrist?”
                  To be useful, the strong leader must reply.
                  “A new regulation to quell my frustration!”
                  “Yes, all and every employee must comply.”

                   Language is conjured a consensus is taken.
                   Their meeting is adjourned, their salaries earned.
                   Potent cure for a fleabite, no one is mistaken.
                   “Eyes will roll! What needless control!”
                   Next meeting canceled for more useful vacation.

 Words are arranged all willy-nilly, poetry may not be stupid but it’s defiantly a little silly.

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