Poetic Licence

This weekend we've played host to Grumpy's long lost cousin Emma. It turned out great. Emma's a poet so last night she introduced us to the world of the poetry slam. The Green Mill Cocktail Lounge in Uptown is world famous having started this poetry competition 25 years ago. Now there are places all over the world where aspiring poets can perform for audiences who decide how good they really are, but for Emma, this one is truly the shrine.

She'd traveled across the ocean to stand upon this stage,
A shrine to tortured poets, full of angst and full of rage.
The mood was dark and brooding as they battled with each other,
One by one they stood in line to complain about their mother.
Thirty minutes in I was prepared to slit my wrist,
When Puck-like Emma bounced on stage and delivered up a twist.
Her poems were amusing, intelligent with grace,
It soon became apparent she was the leader in this race.
And thus it was the humble Brit with a little bit of fun,
Conquered the Americans, by George sir, yes she won!
Poetry's a noble art but it can be hard to rhyme,
She's inspired me to have a go, but I just don't have the inclination.....