The Meeting

Inspired by watching an MP talk for 2 straight hours at the Houses of Parliament in Australia.

The meeting was incredibly boring.
By the end all the MPs were snoring.
With their heads on the table,
Not one there was able,
To stop drool from their open mouths pouring.

Our class didn't fare well at all.
For our attention spans were so small.
While the MP was bleating,
Our hearts near stopped beating,
And we slept through his two-hour drawl.

So, all in all, at that meeting.
Most of what happened was sleeping.
No attention was paid,
No opinions were swayed,
And no voices uttered a peeping.

All slept.

The End

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