A Word A Story: A Meeting

A meeting of sort

Was held at port

Invitations by name

Somehow came

A Pow-wow was the call

At the start of fall

No monsoons

Nor sand dunes

No blizzards

Or any hazards

Could slow our reach

To that beach

A round table of sort

For a meeting at port

Six we were

In full attire and flair

Of the seventh unaware

A tension not to bear

Opposite sat an ass smart

On his flank a sweetheart

Diagonally a bit apart

An observer with a chart

On my left a demon

On my right a dragon

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