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.
