The doings in D.C. make your head and heart ache,
And you yearn for an actual bird's tweet,
The temperatures drop and there's mist on the lake,
You give in and you turn on the heat.
Where might you go, for the warmth of community,
fellowship and, perhaps, even unity?
A warm meal, smiling faces, both old and new.
Is there such a place? Yep! At the UU!
It's our monthly potluck and coffeehouse,
This Saturday October thirteen.
Bring yourself, bring your kids, a friend, and your spouse.
You've not been? Let me now set the scene:
We start with a potluck, right about six.
Bring an entrée, a salad, a stew
You don't have to hassle, don't get in a fix,
Just bring a nice dish for a few.
You can sign up for the open mic
Share a story, a poem, or a song.
Or sit back and listen, if that's what you'd like.
And you always can just sing along.
All ages are welcome, all talents are relished,
There's really not much you must do.
It's pretty relaxed, I don't think I embellish.
What matters most: just bring you!