Banner Doctrine Activation Event

They hung up a banner for show,
Just heritage, warm little glow.
By the end of the night
It was settling each fight,
Like stitched fabric had learned to say “no.”

The slogan said pride should be useful.
Which sounds nice till it starts sounding forceful.
When parade duty came,
Folks invoked the dead frame,
And the room found the needle resourceful.

No motion had made it a rule,
No bylaw had christened the tool.
But quote it enough,
And committee-folk bluff
Like embroidery chaired the damn school.

The trouble with dead people’s phrasing
Is it enters the room pre-amazing.
Soon the volunteer chart
Gets assigned by textile art,
And dissent starts to look like grave-razing.

We hoisted the banner for flair,
To cover a crack in the stair.
By half-past eleven,
It governed like heaven,
And taxed the new folding chair.

The textile was hung in the hall,
With no formal motion at all.
Yet schedules were made,
And volunteers paid,
Based on the words on the wall.

A slogan was found in a bin.
They placed it right next to the pin.
The meeting adjourned,
The ledger returned,
And nobody questioned the spin.

The thread had instructed the room.
We filed it as “Loom-Given Doom.”
The clerk was concerned,
The paragraphs burned,
To manage the fabric’s perfume.