Calling all poets,
Who may not know it,
Or those who strive at home,
Poorly understood or alone.
Fear not friends,
Tis not the end,
Make some time,
To share some rhymes,
At Kingston’s first Poetry night.
Black and white,
Rich or poor,
Come together,
To create some more,
And turn your darkness,
Into light.
So come along at Seven,
On the Thursday Thirty First of May,
And appreciate and learn,
To what the poets have to say.
