Enter The Local!

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From: Howard Monk [mailto:howard@localism.org.uk]

Sent: 01 September 2009 11:

"you have to be generous with what kind of meter I am using - if any"

Fashionably late I make my entrance

I have been reading, just without parlance

2 days post Crickhowell, The Local flew to Croatia

More festival madness promised, with a bunch more of our mates, yeah.

The sun and the sea are guaranteed there, so it's not quite as surprising.

When your feet are dripping sweaty and you feel just like a fool,

cos you're stood there in your wellies and your crinkled up cagoule

Nelly Green Elephant

And so my turn to sit at desk
Ho! Consider (when we were Green Blessed)
That carefree grin, that carefree drunk
Who found a face nestl’d by trunk

Let rhyme steal none of our dear thunder
Let time neigh dwindle memory of wonder

Fun Times Will Return

It’s been a long week now since green man began
When we jangled percussion; how we danced! how we sang!
Since then it’s been work enlivened by poems
Mine’s going ok, not as good as oh ruin’s…

Fear not ye fair folk of mount vulva, you see
The weekend that’s nigh lasts not two days but three;
Soon it’s my birthday and Millie’s as well
Fun times will return and all will be swell!

Abu Dhabi’s not welcome if it’s innie not out
But if you’ve got good shit then give me a shout;
Then we could dabble with J-dog’s new plan
We’ll relive the halcyon days of Green Man!

x

Doin' The Abbey Dabby

AN-other brief addition from me

After Kat Pup, Joss'd up & Kake-e

(now) INTRO THIS MONK wiv freevolity

C'mon Howie, do the 1,2,3?

(coming soon: Green Ryhme Idol)

Kattikins got organised

From: Katherine Pont <katherine.mine@gmail.com>
To: millie ross <millieross@yahoo.com>
Sent: Friday, August 28, 2009 11:51:18 AM

like lint collected in one's knave

words bundled in rhyme for gee whizz we crave
the nonsense made of legends from a weekend of ales
and the clever pups that tell em and save em in tales

....wagging
x

Katie Weatherall takes the Cake

You’ve caught me off guard mid hospitality shift
I’m due back to work shortly so I’ll make it swift,

My Welsh story differs from the rest,
Explaining with rhymes probably isn’t the best,
Idea,
To be clear,
But it’s good nonetheless,
To remember good times had by us at the fest.

I was lifted there by a Digga, who turned out to be a man,
He met me from the station in a bright yellow van,
Not there as a punter like you lucky guys,
I earned my keep in a caff, which turned out to be wise…
As J Dog introduced us you weren’t sure what to think,
So I Dish-ed you some free cake and a mug of hot drink.

... A cunning plan you'll agree being a stranger,
I imagine you left thinking, “I like her!”
No bother, if that’s not true,
I’ve found my soulmate, so I’m not blue.


He’s big and tall is my Green knight,
One problem though, on Sunday eve they set him alight,
Our romance shortlived but packed with funtimes,
Enough to inspire these, albeit obvious, rhymes.

I missed out on a ginger shot but they sounded BRILL!
What I’m really missing now though is the VagiHILL.

Ode from Joss

So.. it's my turn to rhyme... is it?
Sorry.. I'm a bit slack, if a bit shit.
I'm still recovering from the weekend you see
All that farting around has made me twitchy.

A raucous time was had by all
Helped along with little rain fall
The cider and grub went down a treat
Although I no longer feel very petite.

Cli shouldn't have left on God's good day
We should have gaffered her up and forced her to stay.
She missed the Dirty Three and that other band
Warren is a legend, I'd drop him the hand.

Oh Ruins thoughts on our supplies could've been kinder
We really should have taken the coffee grinder
Forget the bikes me lad, next year we'll take a camper
Abergavenny to Dublin we shall scamper

We made it home all good and proper
Some even stopped halfway for a whopper
Back to work where the fun is ceased
No more songs about the middle east.