Wednesday, 23 March 2022

Wednesday night out



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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