There won't be any restrictions it seems <br />And poets from all over the world met here in the workshop. <br />I saw at a corner Sandra and Alison having a long chat <br />And behind them Jerry, Max, Denis, Dave, George, Duncan and some others <br />arguing of the current money crisis. <br />Amanda, Susie, Linda and Patricia just entered into the hall with a smile. <br />The reciting started in an auspicious time and my turn came after a while. <br />I was ashamed as I have nothing new to tell, <br />Then the conductor insisted; 'Tell whatever you like.' <br />I murmured; 'Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.' <br />'Hey! Darling you are sleepwalking nowadays and why did you carry this rusty bucket from the bathroom.' She squeezed my hand and grumbled.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-strange-gathering-of-the-bards/
