Poetic-Verses

The plinky plonky

                  
  

  It is called the "plinky plonky",
A "gathering" an eclectic sight;
Let me explain more plainly,
To you its an open mic night.

 Now you don't have to be a muso,
You can go and enjoy the craick,.
The landlords  "Kate" and "bowe",
Lay on scouse, and the best tasting pea whack;

  There's George white, a LEG-END
A pig farmer by day,
He moves with such  style and stealth,
When he picks up his bass to play;
 
The audience are warm and receptive,
No matter what level your at;
And if you try your best to entertain,
The response is loud cheers, and a clap;

 "Amy" is the master of ceremony's daughter,
She can spell bind you with her voice,
While picking out tunes on guitar
You cant help but listen, "bewitched", you have no choice.

While all this is happening
And people shout out for more.
Left of stage on keyboard,
Is a young man who's name is Paul "no job to small".

No its not the Beatle,
But his studio is called the dead frog,
Turns up every Wednesday with"wayne" no two riffs the same carrick,
Just to lift our heads out from the fog;
  
 There also LES, another LEGEND,
Who teaches music on guitar;
Plays the blues with his pupil Katie,
Now that girl will be a star.
  
There is so many I could write about,
Northerdaze, now what a band;
But the last person I should mention is "TONY";
The master of ceremonies, who carved this  from his own hand.
  
So if your ever in Mersey side melling, The Hen  & Chickens.
 A country pub just off the beaten track,
Every Wednesday night there's a plinky plonky,
I can guarantee you will Want to come back.


Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
The plinky plonky

35,035 Poems Read

Sponsors