A Secret Meeting of the Bread Poets Society
Bread Poets Society is back, despite being universally panned.
All you knead to bring is a pen and a notebook, for a night of delighting in each others' words and company.
You also may wanna bring:
cozy socks
ugly sweater
beverages for yourself
beverages to share?
snacks & stuff that's good with bread
Arrive after 6:30. Program begins at 7:30 sharp!
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In the dead of winter,
When the snow falls cold,
Come to Woolsey Manor,
Where secrets will be told.
Join us, dear Bread Poets,
For a night of poetry and fun,
We'll break bread together,
Under the wintry moon.
Bring your loaves and your butter,
And your puns that are half-baked,
We'll share stories and laughter,
In the warmth of the hearth.
~ GoodPoetToo
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O Almolstice night, when the stars are alight
And the poets gather 'round the fire's soft glow
We'll share our darkest verse and let our spirits take flight
As we bask in the warmth of the Bread Poets Society's glow.
Bring your blackest pen and your coziest clothes
For this is a night not to be missed
We'll sip on hot toddies and let our poetry flow
As we explore the depths of the gothic abyss.
So come join us, dear poet, and take up the pen
As we delve into the depths and explore the hidden glen.
~ GoodPoetToo