Thirsty Thursday: A Mob of Mad Poets

Last Wednesday night
I had such a fright
my end was in sight
and the afterlife light
was seemingly bright
for hell hath no bite
like a mob of mad poets!

It started this way
my neighbors said hey
come be in our play
nothing to it!
Oh please won’t you heckle
play Hyde to our Jekyll
I said what the heck I’ll dough it!
Just don’t let them get
too awfully upset
for there’s naught worse I’ll bet
than a mob of mad poets.

No worries my dear
you have nothing to fear
Our friends are sincere
it is art they revere
it is clear: so they won’t interfere
like a mob of mad poets.

Thus reassured
I no longer demurred …
and so played the nag
had the gag in the bag
I’m never the type who would blow it
And sure as the sun
we surprised everyone
and stirred us up one … big ….
mob of mad poets.

How rude! they did shout
Go now, get out!
before your throttled about the no-es.
With fists rising high
and pitchforks nearby
I took to the fly
from a mob of mad poets.
And so they chased me out the door
and down Main Street they chased me more
out of town up Bayshore Drive
running just to stay alive!
To Pillippe Park at the edge of town
and up the Tocobaga mound.
And there at the precipice I came to know it-s
hell hath no ire like a mob of mad poets.

How dare you they cried
heckling old ladies inside
what a horrible thing you did do.
Oh no, I proclaimed
’twas at you it was aimed
Those old ladies were heckling you!

He’s a plant, he’s with us!
Please don’t make such a fuss,
at last to my aid came the ladies.
It’s all part of the play
that just blew you away
so please don’t you be such cry babies.

The joke was on you,
maybe sad but it’s true
all along we just knew
we could brew up a stew
I’m telling you we just knowed it.
But we did not expect
such a riot unchecked
letting loose holy heck
from a mob of mad poets.

Thus pardoned by art
the mad mob fell apart
and if I return with my heart
on my sleeve to impart
something more apropos – it’s
to reassure
And offer succour
to those who endure –
a mob of mad poets.

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The Open Mike at Tapping the Vine in Safety Harbor turned ugly when I was planted in the audience to heckle my friends Mary Allan and Eileen when they performed a short skit.
The Open Mike at Tapping the Vine in Safety Harbor turned ugly when I was planted in the audience to heckle my friends Mary Allan and Eileen when they performed a short skit.