Pam Ayers
For those of you that may not have heard of, or seen, Pam Ayres, she writes and recites poetry. Not just poetry but the funniest. The whole evening was hilarious. She had us in stitches as she told us tales of her break into the limelight when she won Opportunity Knocks’ – a TV talent show in the fifties, and how she came to write a poem about her young son’s thirteen-nil defeat at his first football match. Her description of how her mother extracted fat from within a carcass of meat had Val almost wetting herself with laughter next to me as it reminded her of her own childhood when her mother did exactly the same thing. What a great talentPam Ayers is. She also donated a large part of her fee to boost the Kenton Theatre’s coffers.
I was so inspired and uplifted by such a happy evening that when I got home I penned a few verses till I fell asleep around midnight. They’re not very good but are dedicated to a few of my faithful followers.
AN ODE TO MY BLOGGING FRIENDS
As a blogger I write every week
Being shy and so terribly meek
I’m sometimes quite boring
So stop that rude snoring
And wake up and have a quick peek.
With comments from friend RG9
Without them I’d probably pine
And Bluebells who’s clever
Whatever the weather
In Stateside or tropical clime.
And artists like Wes and Rachelle
Friend Mona with talent as well
And dear little Pootle so quiet and discreet
She ponders, you know, with never a tweet
Must go now my friends, there’s the bell