Dropp In
Doors are opened to our dropp in centre
Logs are signed in, before we can enter
People relax more as their bags are downed
But mouths are dry so thirsts are drowned
New faces come in and departments linking
Pressures are dropped so anxiety is sinking
Games are played all won and lost
Champions are made to others cost
It must be that time as tables are set
People queue up as the plates are met
Chatter is abated as the food is ate
The cuisine we devour, we all do appreciate
The crockery is put away and so it's time to relax
But quiz time approaches and our minds are at max
poem by Alun Jones
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