Of The Plaza

At the opening of the plaza
Ladies cut cherry cake
The minister cut the ribbon
That ran around the lake
The big black cars in single file
Hurried across the lawn
And the rain clouds in the eastern sky
Gathered into a storm
Officials with tarpaulins ran
From the foyer to the hall
Avoiding each others glances
As large drops began to fall
The guests they ran for cover
Holding plates above their heads
The minister’s speech could not be heard
For the rushing of the air
The chairman with a heavy breath
Peered into the sky
Said I think we better call it off
While the cocktails are still dry
No sooner had he spoken than
The thunderhead did sound
Overhead the heavens opened up
And the rain cascaded down
Coffee and the crème awash
The banquet struck with blight
Wheels of fine and spinning in
The dotage of the night
For seven days and nights it rained
It seemed like seven years
They spent their time while playing cards
And electing volunteers
And now the plaza is in disrepair
The lake is cracked and dry
The sun beats down so fiercely
That it’s painful to the eye
And the ladies and the gentlemen
Present on that day
Rapidly declined to hell
And wasted clean away