Our group is a gas
with empty days in between
we scratch and scribble, type and tap.
There's a haunted house, an alien trap.
Locusts, spiders and vampire blokes
Subtle prose and poems of fury
Thrillers, phsi-fi, and true stories.
Sometimes we smile and nod
'times we have a good barney
On wednesdays
At seven
At Allerton library
