Got back from an abortive open mic
At the Crescent, Salford, it's happened more
Than once before, but at least it's no hike
Into town, it's just near home, on our door-
Step, and the beer was great! Could have drunk more
But we tore ourselves away, went back home
And here I am now, like others before
Wondering if I should organise my own
Talent night, some place where people could hone
Their acts, comedy, music, anything they like
It all costs money though, people get bored
Of losing cash, getting nowhere, alone
In a world of apathy, but to stick
On a night is too tempting to ignore
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