“The Time- It is a-Wastin’” by Rob Cromartie

Come gather ‘round, young friends, the clerks they now call

Us into the meeting room and out of the hall

The FPs scold, saying it’s disrespectful to stall

The clerks, they say, are getting ha-sty

With sarcasm, some think ‘this my favorite time of all

When the time- it is a-wastin’

As the meeting begins, I start to muse

That some of these items are frivolous issues

And that Quaker process is a real snooze

And patience is rapidly fadin’

And our short time together is being misused

And the time- it is a–wastin’

The first objection is raised by someone word-sensitive

Is it really that hard to understand what something is?

But, since I’m here anyway, I really don’t give

But the meaning ain’t that complicated

So, if you’re not exact, you will still live

And the time- it is a-wastin’

Finally, I hope, is consensus, which is meant to cause stress

After-all, we use annoying Quaker process

I hope, after this, there’ll be no more issues to press

For issues are something I hate

But, as usual, the process is not a success

And the time continues a-wastin’

Come on, you slow pokes, just get this done

My level of patience is down to .1

We know it’s been a long time because there’s no more sun

Going on this long is just cra-zy

I thought these gatherings were supposed to be fun

But the time- it is a-wastin’

It’s now the end and I’m ready to croke

I’m ready to convert and worship the pope

All of my patience, to this, I did devote

The sun’s not up; that’s amazing

About this, I’ll probably make a number of jokes

How the time- it was a-wasted