Oh give me your pity, I’m on a committee,
Which means that from morning to night
We attend and amend and contend and defend,
Without a conclusion in sight.
We confer and concur, we defer and demur
And reiterate all our thoughts,
We revise the agenda with frequent addenda
And consider a load of reports.
We propose and compose, we suppose and oppose,
And points of procedure are fun,
But though various notions are brought up as motions
There’s terribly little gets done.
We resolve and absolve, but we never dissolve,
Since it’s out of the question for us.
What a shattering pity to end our committee
Where else could we make such a fuss?
(By member of Keynsham Methodist Church)
Do you recognise these poetic thoughts in a Committee of which you are a member? I would love for you to share your own personal experiences.
With many peaceful blessings