I walked into the pub.
They said, “You’re barred.”
I said, “That’s right,
I’m here for the poetry.
The Bard of Ilford’s
What they call me.
I’ve come for
Your Open Mic
And written a poem
I think you’ll like.”
So then I put
My poem about.
That’s when the Landlord
Kicked me out.
“You’re barred,” he said.
“Clear off!”