This speaks so beautifully to the middle class posturing that plagues literary talks:
The Crashaw Club had paid me to discuss
Why Poetry Is Meaningful to Us
I gave my sermon, a dull thing but short.
As I was leaving in some haste, to thwart
The so-called ‘question period’ at the end,
One of those peevish people who attend
Such talks only to say they disagree
Stood up and pointed with his pipe at me.