Mike asked me along to an evening in town where they have some singing, or live music, or a speaker, or some event and a meal; At The full moon Saloon, a nice little pub. He often sells fresh berries, and sometimes plays piano there. Like fantastically. It was really interesting, and I got to sit near two people who were good friends, but not an item, Brendan and Kayleigh. Both who appreciated Mike a lot, and he must have told them a bit about me because they were very welcoming and wanted to talk with me.
I drew a few pictures, and we talked about some deep and shallow things.
We listened to someone trying new options for government other than the 3 party approach to politic-ing.
And then Brendan and Kayleigh rose to the invitation to join me writing a poem about the night, in iambic pentameter, with an A,B,A,B rhyming structure.
It was a lot of fun. Here 'tis:
Wednesday night out
By Brendan Shackleton, Kayleigh Grice, & Paul Waller.
It's cold tonight at the Full Moon Saloon,
we sit here at the table, feel the cheer;
which could be right, or am I just a loon?
We've each of us partaken in a beer.
"I've met a man who walks the land" today.
We heard a man who stands for truth & life,
& Kayleigh heard what Michael had to say
about expenditure, & too, his wife.
And Brendan spoke of learning to think clear
himself about life purposes &
stuff
& how to live above, beyond, his fear.
He's for the poetry, but slips the fluff.
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