There was a big crowd of poets tonight
In Bolton, of all places. Butterflies
Is the name of the venue, and in flight
It certainly was, with whispers and cries
Laughs and tears, hopes and fears. Blokes fall and rise
From mic to seat, seat to mic. No Mikes though
Allan and Paul were there - that's no surprise
Jeff compered, and some girls took part. A low
Number maybe this time round, but they go
Sometimes only to watch their friends. They might
Have changed their minds, got butterflies
Good play on words there - poetry don't you know
Butterflies in Butterflies. That sounds quite
Onomatopoeic. Oh well - good night!
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