(poems) Registration desk at the Mirror Nationals and Worlds

I kept writing all through the Mirror National and World titles. Some of this is finished to my satisfaction; some of it is incomplete.

Here is one that will probably be revised. The final couplet is unconvincing;


Registration
Robin Ford, December 2018
 
At registration we were unprepared
That eve’ning we began to sort it out.
By half-past nine and feeling slightly scared
I went to bed still harbouring a doubt.
My sleep was broken, it had not been sound.
“That spreadsheet will be difficult to keep.“
Half dreaming I devised a work-around.
“I’ll fix it in the morning; back to sleep.”
By sunrise I was ready to begin.
I got that spreadsheet in a better state.
The clock was running, margins would be thin
Quick breakfast and we shouldn’t be too late.
To get ahead we raised a magic spell;
And after this it all worked out quite well,

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