Our local bad poet (mentioned above by JennyO) hasn't been seen much recently (hoooooray), let alone heard (even better). The poor bugger can't write poetry, recite or sing & does all 3 unless avoided. However she can dance, but won't go to the dances & leave singing sessions alone, which is why the formerly public session now takes place in singers' homes strictly by invitation only.

Her Opus was written on a Student pad (folscap size with margin on the right) - every line filled the width of the page & had a rhyming word on the end. It was the saga of every festival she had attended in the past ? years, with all persons named & if a person was present she would nod at them with a big smile & await their nod before continuing. The last line of the poem said the poem was ending cos the paper had run out.

Unfortunately I can't (won't) get a copy of this epic for your consideration as she might think I want her to do a floor spot at the club (& anyway I avoid her like the plague). She is completely unaware that her presence is unwanted as she has no boundaries & never shuts up.

snadra