Seminars Poem by Mark Heathcote

Don't you just hate seminars?
Such masquerades I just can't manage
I griddle-up inside, eyes like isobars
Say, this weathers no good - marriage.

Patience is for patients, faith
Is their only; outcome
A parasol holds out the rain and sun.
Give me strength, some objective
He's only just begun.

Implications are - he's having some fun.
So sacrifice a shiver a flickering of hope
That he's just wondrously, having us on.