Been out in the November rain again
I've left my bag in the pub, goddammit
In there's my diary, MP3 and then
My umbrella, which is why I'm so wet
There was an open mike night on, but that
Clashed with a poetry group I've taken part
In many times before, and so I sat
With the latter, but eventually got
A slot in the open mike night, a hot
Spot full of young people. They liked my pen
Portrait of love gone wrong, a rhythmic skit
A comedic rap of sorts, from the heart
I've texted the pub about my bag, and
Hopefully tomorrow, I'll collect it
Mon 26 Nov
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