may 13th

a poem about seafood barbecue (almost)



i wasnt expectong to have anything expected from me
but i seem to have ended up as an ad hoc commis
prepping a section
listening to zeppelin
letting music, food and camaraderie rock me
feeling too much like that fat-tongued mockney
the organisational skills may be lacking
but the fish is delicious and the prawns are cracking




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a quick thank you to those people who have sent me encouragement about this project. to know that someone else might be looking is inspiration to try to raise my game

and a quick plug for h's poem blog - link in the sidebar