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!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clever and honest poem. I have never wanted to speak at writer groups or poetry conventions and I probably never will so I understand perfectly. Love your rhyming style! A '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn