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Time and Again when we need a break,
in the dozing vale of the afternoon;
There comes a clap of thunder,
like Gods almighty powerful words,
'Come-on guys, time for a quick meet'!
The magic words bring life into the dead,
dares the devil to defy logic and run.
A dozen legs shove and clamber
from chairs pushed into a reclining stance,
And stifling a yawn or two,
cross the chasm between sleep and wakefulness
The meeting room seems to be too small to fit all,
but nevertheless it must do,
Stepping back to the wall,
each one tries to find the farthest corner,
As close to the door as possible,
so should the opportunity arise, escape be quick!
After a lengthy pause,
there begins a speech known by rote to all!
It drags on for the next fifteen minutes,
each minute seeming like a hundred years.
And as the sermon draws to a close,
there comes the oft repeated dialogue,
'So do any of you have any questions?'
Not a soul stirs, not a whisper escapes the room,
and there is tranquil serene peace!
Until the silence is shattered
by the eager beaver fresher!
So new and fresh to the IT world,
there is something very scary about this species
The voice ventures forth
'Ah yes I do have a query'
Every eye in the room shoots daggers at the sinner
'How dare you?'
Very wisely said someone
'The heart of a fool is in his mouth'
No sooner is this voiced,
the silence falls thicker than the dark moonless night!
All eyes zero down to shoes,
else stare focused on the ceiling wall,
Wondering 'Will he survive even if we forsake,
for there is a lot at stake'!
The voice at the front spews forth venom,
unleashing power to maim, to decapitate.
The Meeting comes to an abrupt end
and the crowd disperses back.
There is none to voice sympathy or advice the loner,
he learnt his lesson hard!
Oh what an armful of antidote,
maybe he never knew 'Better bend than break.'
But alas, one must learn quick,
Meeting is but a folly, the event still called holy!
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