Last night I did my second open mike night, and this one did actually have a mike, the first didn’t. That didn’t mean I used it properly though. I’ve a long way to go yet.
I’m both tired from last night, and a day fighting tech for application of a heat pump installation. Then preparing the area for said heat pump. So I’m afraid today’s post is another repeat, I’ll be as bad as the BBC soon.
It’s how I thought my first open mike night might go.

Public Disturbance.

I’m writing this from my prison cell,
With a broken arm, and nose as well.
They arrested me for public disturbance,
All I tried to do was my little performance.

“Get off, get off “ they were all shouting,
The crowd getting ugly the pressure was mounting.
Tomatoes were thrown, some of them in tins,
Then that woman with a stick, she’d had too many gins.

“Just let me read you this” I started to say,
That’s when the chair was thrown, I ducked out of the way.
They dragged me off the stage, I stumbled and fell,
Into the arms of a woman called Nell.

Nell’s boy friend Bill one of the biggest of fellows,
Folded me up like a concertinas bellows.
I was lifted up and passed round the room,
That’s when I passed out, from that blow with a broom.

The police wanted a handy scape goat, I fitted the bill,
Nell’s boyfriend too big, no they wouldn’t arrest Bill.
So I sit here now behind these steel bars,
Waiting for Nell to smuggle me a file in her bras.

Nell fell for me, she just loved all my writing,
If we can only escape Bill I’m no good at fighting,
I’m going to give up poetry I m not enough of a man,
No more tomatoes for me not fresh or in cans.

All words Meadowhead Bard.