Lady Luncheon Club Maya Angelou Her counsel was accepted: the times are grave. A man was needed who would make them think And pay him from the petty cash account Our woman checked her golden watch, The speaker has a plane to catch. Dessert is served (and just in time). The lecturer leans, thrusts forth his head And neck and chest, arms akimbo On the lectern top. He summons up Sincerity as one mi..
