When I'm weary of argument wordy <br />And tired of continuous debate, <br />When the speaker like some hurdy gurdy, <br />Which carries on early and late, <br />Keeps up a monotonous bellow <br />On lessons I don't want to learn, <br />'Tis then I give cheers for the fellow <br />Who rises and moves to adjourn. <br /> <br />There are motions to lay on the table, <br />There are motions for this and for that, <br />And I stick just as long as I'm able <br />And hark to the chatterer’s chat, <br />I stand for the rising thanks motion <br />For the one who has done a good turn, <br />But my friend is the chap with the notion <br />To get up and move to adjourn. <br /> <br />There are some who like papers and speeches, <br />And open discussions of things, <br />The heights some new orator reaches, <br />The lesson and message he brings. <br />But each his own fancy must cling to, <br />What one chooses others may spurn, <br />So this simple tribute I sing to <br />The brother who moves to adjourn!<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/move-we-adjourn/
