Procession Route Dignity and Marshal Regalia Memorandum

The map from the prior parade,
Was filed when the route was surveyed.
But humans broke through,
With a vehicle, too,
So barricade forms were remade.

The sash was maintained in a chest,
By volunteers doing their best.
They claimed it gave right,
To the festival night,
But paperwork failed the request.

A banner with language stitched tight,
Was filed as an issue of light.
It ordered the room,
To distribute a broom,
Which traffic control said was right.

The route was detailed on the sheet,
With steps for the humans to meet.
They walked in a line,
At twenty-past-nine,
And left when the form was complete.

The family who carried the mace,
Believed they had inherited grace.
The ledger was old,
With the narrative told,
But a clerk was assigned to the space.

A citizen wearing a tie,
Caused the heritage docket to die.
The council convened,
For the rules he demeaned,
And mandated a formal reply.

The route was declared as profound,
By citizens gathered around.
The permit was checked,
For the street they select,
And filed with the records they found.

The route was defined by the frame,
Since memories alter the claim.
The humans forgot,
What the camera had caught,
So forms were adjusting the blame.