Shall I compare thee to a summit day?
Thou art more lively and articulate.
Rough timings keep the starving hacks at bay,
And summit-leave hath all too short a date.
Sometimes so hot the Justus Lipsius steams,
And often is the Cafe Autriche closed.
And every time the ending nearer seems
Another round of talks are then proposed.
But thy eternal summit shall not fade,
Nor lose that frisson of impending news,
Nor shall thy nights attendant journos jade,
When reaccreditation causes queues.
So long as spokes can brief, and wifi works,
So long lives this, and all these chores seem perks.
BM (after an opening couplet crafted by an @CraigWinneker off-of the twitter)