Chapter Courtesy and Memorial Presence Guidance

The active committee was reduced to none,
With banners and minutes remaining as one.
A folded array,
Was entered today,
To legally verify operations run.

A ghost was included to trigger a vote,
Which required a twenty-page federal note.
The room was distressed,
By absence confessed,
And flagged a severe existential misquote.

The records display an impossible feat,
A person attended on every seat.
The files are aligned,
I left it behind,
The filing requirement is strictly complete.

The cross-dues required a botanical spray,
To keep the auxiliary fungus away.
The roster is damp,
We printed a stamp,
And filed the luncheon beneath the decay.

The luncheon has met for the seventieth year,
Though nobody living was physically near.
The soup was dispatched,
To schedules attached,
And zero attendees were billed for the beer.

The ledger of dues is a sacred decree,
That whispers the names of the missing to me.
The chapter has died,
The papers provide,
A passage to somewhere across the dark sea.

The grant was extracted at quarter to four,
The forms were collected right outside the door.
A fraud was accused,
The claim was refused,
The papers were left on the linoleum floor.

The business was passed by the bodies deceased,
Since living objectors completely had ceased.
The vote was aligned,
The forms were all signed,
The metric for quorum was strictly released.