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Jim on a lighter note about marriage breakups  a car dealer here in Wellington use to have a big sign up at the front of his yard that read  " My wife left me and ran of with my best friend and I really do miss him".

Zurf and Mojo, I am sorry to hear about the tough time  your sisters are going through.     

Shwmae Phill
I have read that if manufacturers succeed in driving down current sky-high production costs, you may soon see lab-grown meat not just in fancy restaurants, but on grocery store shelves, too. Some scientists expect  that lab meat will be in the supermarket within two to five years, and could be as inexpensive  or cheaper than conventional meat in a decade. Does this mean all our  farm animals will end up becoming extinct due to a lack of money to keep them healthy and happy on a farm.? Maybe it could be a good thing if they could grow lab fish so that over fished fish stocks in the ocean could rebuild their numbers. Not sure where this is taking us the high tech world. If you have robots and labs growing and distributing all this stuff what happens to the human worker? I don’t use the self check outs in the supermarkets as I like the idea of a human in paid work doing it for me. Many of my neighbours around here don’t even go to the supermarket they shop online. Me I like to be surrounded by what I am buying but I must admit I enjoy getting out of the supermarket and getting our food home. My Maree can spend all day looking around shops where as I like to get in and out of a shop without too much hanging around.   Though I mentioned meat as being inexpensive above, here in New Zealand it is actually expensive. We pay more for our meat locally than the people overseas pay for the same product. Why that is I am not sure something to do with we need to export more than we import and overseas money has a better value in the exchange rate. Phill your mention of cockles  reminded me of my dad and his parents when I was a kid singing at parties.
In Dublin's fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

Cheers Jim and Phill.  I like your sense of humour Jim.    Here is another freestyle answer attempt. Hopefully Brian  will add some of his own witty bits when he reads this and Phill’s previous clever bits. Open to any other freestylers out there also who want to write something about first time up.
All this innuendo.
Not really casting aspersions.
Or here to create a diversion.
On Easy Beats  first poetry night.
Milking words to fill  this page with lines.
Most probably wasting mine and others time.
My imagined implications.
A fantasy about those caught in his spell.
While he delivered spoken  moments about his heaven and hell.
All his words drawn from a deep well.
Gaining respect good venerations from a room  filled with different  generations.
People thinking they have nothing in common  hearing and absorbing his words.
Here in New Zealand we have more flocks than herds.
We wear sheepish grins.
As we observe others sins.
While hiding ours in rubbish bins.
Young leaders trying to rise above the din.
Look to us in the hope we don’t throw them under the bus.
Seem to think  its great to swear and cuss.
Some of our very normal ways to others completely absurd.
On this his first performance poetic date.
Nervous about how he would rate .
Easy Beat our mate  wasn’t acting like a bull at a gate.
He didn’t say, “flock this or flock that”.
He used good words easy to understand and easy to relate.
Idolization of many woman for the man in the spot light.
Yeah right.
He would say,” obvious you weren’t there on the night”.
If you heard these new stories of his opening night.
The  man at the  centre of this story.
Would wonder how  all this imagination took flight.
In a cynical Kiwi way he would say.
“Yeah right.”
Groupies still exist. 
To chase me into the night.
“Yeah right.”
No longer a virgin performer after that night.
“Yeah right.”
One thing for sure he did well on his first night.

Good one Phill your post  got my imagination going.  A picture appeared in my head of an audience of little old ladies with their theatre binoculars trying to see my funny bits.     

Thank you Jim there is an old proverb that  goes something like this, “A fish caught in the net starts to think.” I am sure Brian’s net made of words would have got the audience thinking.
Good health to you and your family.     

Brian now you have had your poetry performance baptism it will come as just another thing you do. You have always been a natural showman in public. I can see you and Nigel becoming renowned  performance poets.     

Love that live performance Ken.  The soundcloud very clever adlib talking by John a enjoyable fun listen..     HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEN.

Jim excellent lyrics and the wisdom is what I believe what all the younger generation should hear and think about.     

Jeff that is  a good "home is where the heart is song". My 100 year old mum left her birth home, the little Island of Ovalau over 80 years ago as a young woman and she still gets times of homesickness for that place and its lifestyle.

Ken I think it is important that the history of a country is kept alive in ways that people can take in easily. Not only because it is  entertainingly interesting and informative but also so they can realize what  people had to endure or go through in times past .
Your song does this in a perfect way folk music at its best.

Phill reading those lyrics I was instantly  transported back to my childhood. We would spend a bit of time out in the wilds and night time for me as a child would send my imagination flying and I would spend many a night in my sleeping bag terrified by the sounds and  tree shadows cast by moonlight in the night. I look forward to hearing you do it as a song.