Last nights foray into the classless talentless world of suburban poetry:
My poems weren't appreciated.
I was talked at.
They were not poets, they were not artists, they were little people.
But at least Neil bought me a drink.
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At least you say what you think! Southend is too small for you - why not try a city like Chelmsford or London where you will be more appreciated as queen gloria
so you fancy neil - lucky fella
Perhaps if you had taken monty he could have sorted them out for you
I don't always say what I think Charles, because that would be insensitive and show a lack of manners.
They don't sound much like poet's to me
Thanks Clayton.
They were 'poetasters'. And that means 'a writer of inferior verse'.
Enough said.
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