God knows how much I’ve spent on a few drinks
Tonight, but I’ve not been out for a while
Took part in a poetry gig, I think
I was okay, but the drinks make you smile
And not care, like some of the folks who pile
Into the bar and dare to chat, but hey
That’s par for the course, of course, on the tiles
It’s good that there are places you can say
Whatever you want, no rules to obey
Where there’s a microphone, the shyness slinks
Away, and long may it be so; beguiled
By one man whose offbeat method held sway
Over me, and it’s time right now, methinks
That I was more adventurous in style
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