ramblings and things
Open Mic at The George
Goes straight to the hips
'Cos Mine Hostess Kim serves
The world's bestest chips.
People listen to the music,
Enjoy the spoken verse,
But as time progresses
Anticipation gets worse.
As ten o'clock approcshes
Folk can hardly wait,
Some of them get twitchy
And start to salivate.
There's a tension in the air
As the hour quickly nears
Then out of the kitchen
Our Lovely Kim appears,
Bearing trays of chips,
A meaty dish as well,
Mouths start to water
And diets go to hell.
The women wear their trainers
To get a start in the rush
And, if truth be told, there's
The odd unseemly push.
As the food is taken
A silence descends
Broken only by the noise of
Contentedly noshing friends
To add to the joy
The night can't fail
‘Cos mine host Alan
Serves first class ale.
Once the food is finished
Entertainment restarts
Until in a sated mood
The whole crowd depart.
Open mic at the George
Goes straight to to the hips
Because Mine Hostess Kim
Serves the worlds bestest Chips.
Supper At The George