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This is extremely tongue in cheek, I honestly can’t recommend poetry nights and open mic nights enough for both beginners and experienced performers.

Boring Poetry Night

Heartfelt poems, I feel crap

There’s some drunken twat trying to rap

Someone’s doing a twenty-minute poem "from the

heart"

I should have left at the bloody start

I came here happy now I feel like shite

Stuck in a boring poetry night

Some blokes spouting tedious poems and calling it a

gift

I wanna go ahead and slash my wrists

They're talking about flowers

And it's going on for hours

Amid the cheers

Or is that jeers

I'm shaking all over, I really look a sight

I've gotta escape this poetry night

But my plan to escape has hit a flaw

They're holding the evening on the top floor

To dive out of the window would be a bit daft

I've gotta stay here and watch this lot practice their

craft

But if I stay here, I'd probably die

I'd rather stay at home watching paint dry

Or have a quiet night in with the lass

Or be given an enema with a shard of glass

Or even get my arse kicked in an unfair fight

Anywhere but this boring poetry night