Chairing at Cheltenham at 4.15 pm

Adept at the choreography of group interaction
Alive to blustering and stammering alike
I rose above myself admiring another
Anthony Quinton like performance
Yet all the time the Imp of the Perverse in me
Warned that my hold on the Symposium
In closure and general discussion at 4.30
Was at best shaky.

I was spared by a Fire Alarm
Emptying the Hall
And we hit the early train to Brighton
I had got away with it, my pride unscathed
Saved by the Bell
But nothing this was
To navigating with propriety
the Interconnecting  door
from your Hotel room to mine.