A poetry performance at the Wet Sprocket pub in Mithering on the Trent only had three audience members, two of which were there to escape the rain.
The Mithering Poets, all of whom should know better performed in the pub for 2 hours (including an interval) but due to the politeness of most people, they stayed right until the bitter end.
An audience member, Listening Intently said 'It was a bit mad, to begin with, I mean there were 11 of them on the stage, well at the front of the pub, and three of us in the chairs they had put out, I had hoped for their sake, as much as ours that more people would turn up, but they never did. I wish I had left at the interval, but I felt I should stay and get my money's worth, and it was a free event.'
Husband and Wife Gary and Lorraine Johnso, who had come in seek shelter from the rain said 'We didn't even know that that was poetry, we thought it was an improvisational comedy club'.
Pub Landlady Tracey Brassingthwaite said 'We hate poetry around these parts, unless it rhymes, but unfortunately Les the leader of the group is also the landlord'.
