Chamber Meal Assent and Disposition Notes

The mayor asserted a guy,
Would cover the deficit high.
But syrup was spilled,
The forms were unfilled,
And audits will merely apply.

The total was “basically there,”
A digit composed of the air.
We stamped it approved,
The document moved,
And vanished beneath a new chair.

A nod over pieces of meat,
Was logged as an audit defeat.
We scrambled the guards,
And tore up the cards,
And blocked every lane on the street.

The gratitude index is strong,
Which proves that the billing is wrong.
We filed the applause,
In regional laws,
And canceled the lunch with a gong.

The ticket projection was made,
Before the deposits were paid.
The paper was flat,
The bureaucrat sat,
The folder was properly weighed.

The tablecloths dictate the rule,
A legendary lunchtime tool.
The prophecy states,
When clearing the plates,
The budget becomes a dark pool.

The civic affection was warm,
Which melted the authorized form.
The room was quite pleased,
The auditor sneezed,
And classified lunch as a storm.

The clapping was logged at the meal,
As proof of a monetary deal.
But noise has no weight,
Upon the estate,
The ledger refused to unseal.