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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.



 



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