It's a quarter to two at night, you know
I've been out tonight to a poetry show
It was mainly a night of highs, not lows
High-falutin' rootin' tootin' - not prose
Bad Language at The Castle, yes of course
People expressing themselves using verse
In the loose sense, some of it quite perverse
Delivered quickly by me, words let loose
Hanging there by metaphorical noose
Without too many references to news
I kept the audience sniggering in the pews
I'd like to think I gave no-one the blues
Great company, good friends, nothing to lose
And so we all walk on in our own shoes
Wed 28 May
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