ramblings and things
Dave Burgess
Performing at the Bay Horse
Giving this poem some wellie
Proving to the crowd
There’s alternatives to the tele.
I was burbling on
With not a little success
Then I went and looked
At Young Dave Burgess.
Spotting the coming rhyme
He’d given his big grin
And I struggled for a while
As it nearly did me in.
I’d so laboured to find
A rhyme for cultured arse
And Big Dave’s laughter
Almost turned it into a farce.
I’d applied will power
Resumed control
Managed to struggle
Through the whole.
Now he’s sitting there
Next to Big Tim O’Connor
Looking as though I’ve cast
Some slur on his honour.
In future when performing
Both in the same place
I’ll never again look
into Young Dave’s face
Because
That bloody infectious grin
So very nearly
Went and did me in.
Dave Burgess - (or The Horrors Of Being A Performing Poet.