It’s Open Mic Night all week at the Saddle Up Saloon. Come by to share a poem.
“What’s happening on stage this week, Kid?”
“Poetry. Open mike.”
“Shut the front door!”
“Yep, but it ain’t quite a slam. Fer one it ain’t competitive, an’ fer two—”
“No, Kid, shut the front door, or the back door. Somethin’s gotten inta the saloon, cain’t quite figger whut it is runnin’ about the place. Do ya see ‘em? Jeez, Kid, looks like little … cowboys… in chaps…”
“Pal, have you been samplin’ the wares? Yer eyes is playin’ tricks on ya, is all. Focus, we gotta git tready fer this poetry open mike. Like I was sayin’, with our set up it’s kinda hard ta see an’ hear the spoken word so— ”
“Spoke an’ words? Like spokes of a wheel?”
“Uh, sure Pal, an’ this here saloon’s the hub. So it’s spoken word at the saloon this week. ‘Cept folks gotta write it fer us. So a slim slam…
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Saddle up and rhyme with a bunch of characters!
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