Evidence that someone was prepared to allow Fran on a stage

It's World Poetry Day today or, as it's presented on Twitter, #WorldPoetryDay.

I never know whether these things are official. Every day is a special day on Twitter. Who's made the decisions?

WorldPoetryDay sounds like one of the more significant ones, but #WorldSproutDay, #WorldTreasuryTagDay and #WorldEyelashDay won't be far behind.

To celebrate #WorldPoetryDay, here's a video of me performing my poem 'Pickle Aisle Bride' at a comedy club night. It's deep, meaningful and profound.

That last sentence was a lie. 

Do feel free to groan, along with the audience, at the puns. It's all part of the fun.




While you watch this, I'll get busy thinking about what I'll post on #WorldSproutDay.

Comments

  1. Debra She Who Seeks21/3/18 11:55

    Love it! Both the poem and your performance are marvelous!

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    1. Fran Hill21/3/18 13:55

      That's very kind :) I'm so glad you enjoyed this.

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  2. only slightly confused21/3/18 12:33

    Hilarious groaners.

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    1. Fran Hill21/3/18 13:56

      You couldn't give me a better compliment!! I'm very happy with that :)

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  3. jenny_o21/3/18 18:32

    Very fun! I had to listen twice to catch all the puns, they were everywhere!!

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    1. Fran Hill22/3/18 09:53

      Thank you for listening! Twice! :)

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  4. River21/3/18 22:58

    I'm grinning and clapping here, that was excellent! Loved all the puns. And I think you're right, supermarkets DO have aisles and could hire them out, just be prepared to have your bags checked on the way out.

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  5. Frances22/3/18 01:33

    Very funny...you are a confident performer !

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    1. Fran Hill22/3/18 09:55

      Oh, don't worry - underneath that fake calm is a storm of nerves ...

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  6. SmitoniusAndSonata23/3/18 10:41

    Perfect! but it's left me with a yearning for a pickled onion.

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    1. Fran Hill23/3/18 15:53

      I am pleased to have had such an effect :)

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  7. BadPenny26/3/18 04:25

    Blimming marvellous ! A friend of mine used to hope to meet the love of her life in a supermarket. Perhaps had she been able to attend a supermarket aisle wedding she might have succeeded xx

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  8. Fran Hill26/3/18 14:46

    You say 'used to hope' so I'm assuming it didn't happen for her :(

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  9. BadPenny27/3/18 11:50

    Sadly no love found in the supermarket isles was found for my friend.
    Fran, when I comment here I try to check my spelling and Grammar.. you keep me on my toes - whatever that means - so I shall go and look it up ! xx

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  10. Fran Hill27/3/18 12:20

    Please don't check your grammar and spelling! I only judge people in my classrooms ... not on my blog :)

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  11. BadPenny29/3/18 00:25

    I have noticed that a friend uses whilst in her emails so I looked up while vs whilst, interesting x

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