The Poet's Pub 

Well, I can't say much for the place

What I love is each and every face

The way when I enter, they call my name

Showing how they feel the same

Watching Bill rock his guitar

While MystresMyna

serves whiskey

or sarsaparilla at the bar.

I take a seat and reminisce

With lyttlejoe while we play fish.

Of old songs, and times gone by

Until crazyp01 comes to say, Hi.

Then the real fun begins

For of course the next game she wins

Causing us to pony up our rhymes

Which are limericks most of the time

Many crowd the bulletin board

To see who won the latest award.

To wish a happy birthday to

Was it me?... or Was it you?

A poetry slam has begun

Between some newbies just for fun.

While the others tried and true

Try to come up with something new.

Giving one another inspiration

Offering a different interpretation

Comments fly all about

Giving one another clout

So if it's the Pub you want to see

Come and take a look with me

At the faces that maybe

Different... yet a family.