A Strange Gathering Of The Bards

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