Poetry Reading Well-Attended, Sort Of
Last night, Stapleinforehead held another in his painful series of free poetry recitals. He was able to attract an exceptionally large audience (large by Shalampaxian standards; there were nine people there) by offering attendees a free, sumptuous meal, including an excellent selection of wines. Promising that he had worked hard to write a set of poems that would be less vomit-inducing than last time also helped to boost attendance.
The food and wine were every bit as good as Stapleinforehead had promised, but he made a serious tactical error in his program. He served the meal before reciting his poems. As soon as they finished dessert, the entire audience, myself included, rushed out of the room before Stapleinforehead could inflict his poems on us.
As a result, I am fortunately unable to review his work. Sorry about that.
If Stapleinforehead were to ask me, which he hasn’t, I would recommend he get a new event planner or a new agent to handle his affairs.
That is assuming he has affairs, of course.
@David: Event planner? Agent? Those sound like real jobs with only modest profit potential. Where would he find such people here in Shalampax?
Good to see that poetry still makes nothing happen.
@Doctor Faustroll: I’d advise against reading too much into that. Here in Shalampax, nothing makes anything happen.
I for one like poetry readings–and poetry readings with wine–even better. Let me know when the next one is slated.
@Patricia: You obviously haven’t heard Stapeinforehead’s “poems.” They’ve been known to produce seizures and vomiting on a number of occasions.