Poetic Just is...

Well, I finally plucked up the courage to let my poetic juices flow in public! Nothing is ever as bad as you anticipate it to be I find and, despite being very nervous, I actually enjoyed it!

I asked if I could go on later so I could have a couple of glasses of Dutch Courage but the line up was decided by names out of a hat and guess what...fate decreed that I was to be first on!

Probably better that way, over and done with and then I could sit back and enjoy the other poets.

It was an open mic event run by 'The Dead Good Poets Society' of Liverpool and it was entitled 'liverpool's Most Romantic Poet'. The title didn't go to me but I had a great time and I was awarded a little fridge magnet of a pink chick with a heart which says 'You're so tweet' :0)

Think I might like to do it again!

A video capture from Ian's mobile, a photo and the transcript of the poem...

Hugh Fearlessly-Eatsitall!

I dug up the sprouts
Grown from seed that I took in
The River Cottage garden
When no-one was lookin'

Sold my spade and my fork
Disposed of the hoe
Paved over the raised Bed
So nothing can grow

My heart used to race
My pulse used to quicken
When I looked at that photo
Of you with your chicken

But I tore up your menus
Did my best to forget you
Got utterly legless
With the last of the home-brew

Never more will I see you
Thru rose tinted frames
Or picture us foraging
Down quiet country lanes

Gonna give up ‘The Good Life’
And hang up me wellies
I seem to have gone right off
Your jams, curds and jellies!

I used to have passion
For a life that was green
Then I saw you eat slugs
Now I’m not quite so keen

For anyone who doesn't know, the poem is about a TV chef/chicken hero from 'River Cottage' in the UK, Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall, who is famous for cooking and eating unconventional things!