Mine, and occasionally others'.
For John Leach, probably the nearest I'll get to a love poem:
My partner's pain at last has gone
Long months of torment finished
For weeks in sorrow soldiering on
His suffering undiminished
Good God, I'm glad they're in the past,
Those howls and screams of pain
His wisdom tooth has gone at last
But his wisdom will remain
At Rich Mix London, 35 - 47 Bethnal Green Road, E1 6LA London, United Kingdom
And here's it's bumph ...
It's the poetry show with the big stage, the winning hosts and the Forrest Gump line-up ('You never know what you're gonna get')! Yes – Jawdance is back!
A rather silly poem about artists in food and drinks establishments. Tip of the hat to Tim Wells for the joke in the final verse:
I saw Picasso in the caff
And offered him a tea
Said he, "I'll drink that through my mouth,
It's next to my left knee"