The Writers' Group Poem by Modi ...

I had expected to be an observer of sorts
At least for the first few meets.
But was welcomed warmly by cohorts
And sensed the promise of many treats.

It was a joy to listen as poets read
And short story writers told their tales.
Ray’s Dencorub experience went to my head
And everyone laughed in gales.

Margaret took Gordon Ramsay apart
I think she’d like to give him a thrashing
Her poem came right from the heart
When she mentioned a good tongue lashing.

Kathy enjoyed surfing the ocean
And I even found the courage to read,
Sharon had, in me, fostered a notion
That one day my brain may be freed.

So on my second visit to the troop
I felt confident I would be strong.
But how large had grown the group
My strength didn’t last for long.

I put my name on the list to read
And when my turn came around
“Can I change my mind? ” I did plead
Then immediately went to ground.

“Next time” I told myself “I will do it”
“Not much difference between 10 and 30.”
In this bigger group I had lost my wit
Next time maybe I’ll read something dirty!