Elected to High Office
I took a brand new pen
And tore a sheet of paper from my pad.
I did not have to ponder the 100 things to do.
That would make those who put their trust in me
Feel justified and glad.
First thing that I wrote
Was: Make a list.
Then: Set up a committee,
To make sure that nothing’s missed.
Those were two quite simple things to do.
Missions easily accomplished.
Must not let my attention wander
So again I wrote.
Check the list.
This job is easy.
And to the end I went and added.
Read the list.
Four done and only ninety six to go.
So I set up ten committees.
Counting each one twice.
(The times that they would meet)
My list has now reached twenty three.
That’s really rather neat
Then: give councillors a job.
That’s one for each committee chair
And my list is looking pretty.
At thirty three I’m one third there.
How easy can this be?
Of course committees all have members.
Another fifty folk made happy.
My list is now at eighty plus
The things I’m going to do are looking pretty snappy.
Then: Check my desk
So easily done
And count the ten things on it.
And put my name up on the door
Its now up to ninety five, nearly to the magic ton.
Well ninety six if I count the reading note.
Go to the loo
The things I do are now nearly at one hundred - Whoo!
The last must be something memorable
To make it certain I’m recalled.
Something to confirm my date with History’s Great.
My name in golden letters upon the Honour Wall.
Acknowledging the plans I laid
The struggles and the visions planned.
The smiles, the photo ops the handshakes never missed.
Divinely guided without a pause I penned:
Never forget the day you wrote this list.