I remember this…
Step into the poets corner
It’s a totally different world 

We laugh at rabid humour 

In stitches at your jokes 

It’s plain we’re in a playground 

Simply having fun

We banter words at random

In surly poise and mood

To bewitch the spectator

And add spice to the groove

We rave to hidden meanings

We boogie to new lines 

It’s a smasher for ribaldry 

The Poetry Cafe -Live

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I remember going to the Poetry Cafe for first time…I was like a kid in a candy store!!! I loooved it!!!! I used to go every Tuesday evening…(or was it Thursday?) I couldn’t believe my luck. I felt so at home….oh yeah it was for open mic (my very first introduction to open mic)