After a month filled
with the news from
the Cunts party conference,
sorry I’ll try that again.
The cunts...
Nope, seems my phone won't accept
any other spelling.
Where we heard line after line
of racist bullshit and hatred
fom Suella Deville and Rishi et al.
It was nice to come together
and be reminded that
not all humans are bastards.
But fuck the Tories!
(Oh, it let me write it that time!)
So, without further ado
let us mingle through
a field of words,
a forest of metaphor,
and some similes
to put some
smiles on your face.
We had a mixed bag
of old and new
to deliver to you.
A pick and mix
of delicious treats,
Sweet poetry with
some sour reality.
All delivered with
astonishing word feats.
and magical chemistry.
Words filled our hearts.
They leapt
through the rafters,
cascading down on us,
like a fine rain
of meaning and insight.
It was a sheer delight.
Words took flight
and with wings of beauty
they flew through
the seated audience.
Dancing to the applause
that echoed through the night.
Subjects ranged from emotional pain
to the hotness of a driver a f1 team.
We had seductively steamy saucy speeches,
and pieces that seeped into your skin,
The laughter reached high pierces
and the sadness welled up again.
The perfect blend. So many voices,
so many new friends.
Ellie gave us
a wordplay magic display.
Always blows me away
how she can conjure imagery
and make it sway,
like a dragon through the air,
delivering line after line with perfection.
like a flame billowing out
and penetrating your ears.
Thank you to all that attended
Get Mouthy, you never fail to impress me,
all of you create this,
so, give yourself lots of love.
and a big well-deserved cuddle.
Next up is Hockley Hustle.
Then we have Carolyn Turner
headlining on 13th November.
Look forward to plenty more
nights of word magic.
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