No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

A little nonsense
Echoing through walls adorned with 
Poster paint flowers
Proud sugar paper forms
A roll call of letting go. 
A snatch of a tune 
Filtering through grey offices into
Rooms of colour 
Spaces safe and soft,
Room to run if you need to
But most of you don’t.
I’ve said it before, and I stand by it now
Any one of us could fill in on a prestige Netflix show
But could Brad Pitt do this?
Could Timothée Chalamet 
Keep the grabby hands at bay 
As he spoke, signed, puppeteered and sang the afternoon away?
I’m not saying we’re technically saving lives
But there’s something so joyous about the light in their eyes 
So sure, I might never get on Eastenders
As my Nan always insisted
And yeah we might not get the same
instant recognition,
But I don’t care. I don’t mind. 
Coz there’s nowhere quite like
This paint peeling 
Door squeaking 
No heating 
Village hall.
Give me a song
We’ll all sing along
And then move on 
To the next one.
Encore.