Bamboo club sanctuary of West Indians burns
Effacing history, memory, venue and avenue
Where advice trounced vice for handsome returns
In a community whose dignity cringed at the tail of a queue.
Bamboo club shrine of pristine proportions
Hosted Bob Nesta Marley in Bristol
Drew young and old to diminish distortions
Simmering at the trigger of a pistol.
Bamboo club magnet attracted artists
Musicians, magicians, mathematicians
Loafers, loaders, lovers with no trysts
To melt belts of differences facilitated by statisticians.
Bamboo club no taboo, no voodoo
Venue where humour and rumour laugh at each other
Muscles relax with no tax to pay on lurking into a limpid loo
To expel stress and distress and sample sublime fun together.
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