Played on the stage.
A passion of poetry.
Wove it's magic over the crowd.
Got them excited, becoming quite loud.
Started off with "suicide", such a cheery note.
Followed it with "re-incarnation".
Thought I'd lighten up a bit.
Local pubs and babies impending, strange material, so never ending.
Comes to something, when this old dear, made the intelligent youngsters sit up and hear.
Begged me to come and play, feed them poetic pleasure another day.
Left the stage so I could go home, got collared outside by one who was buzzing.
Shook my hand, said I was cool and please to come again.
What more could I say with a smile and squeak.
"All being well, I'll see you next week"
(C)Livvi