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Having survived the arrival and departure of Power Girl and a tired looking Superman BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! is back for another May edition of POETRY.
Yes another MAY edition
That means we want your words on the stage at the Phoenix for TWO WHOLE MINUTES, or less.
It doesn’t actually have to be poetry;
we won’t judge what it is or what it is worth.
That’s why we have judges.
Words on stage, your words, that’s what we want.
So bring your beards to
the MAY edition of Bad!Slam!No!Biscuit! featuring:
He’s a poet!
And the ambulations of
He’s an entertainer specatculair (that’s French)
So for glory, kransky, action figures, gift vouchers, crappy books, maybe carrots, the MASTER OF CONFLICT, the SCORE ADDER and a chance to tell it how you see it and hopefully leave us all confused and none-the-wiser about how you tried to make us eat your underwear, join us for BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT!.
THAT IS BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! AT THE PHOENIX
730pm sign-up, words start at 8pm, four or more first prizes, no props – which means Wheet Bix and custard on stage disqualify you! – an audience for you, no music, judges for your drinking pleasure and two minutes of original material by you on stage!