Curated and compered by alt-drag enfant terrible Scottee of Camp, Hamburger Queen, and The Worst Of Scottee fame, new project Fraff kicked off earlier this month with a show at Rich Mix. The night brought together an impressive collection of alt-cabaret luminaries to try out poetry or spoken word. Jonny Woo, Michael Twaits, Bryony Kimmings, Barbara Brownskirt, Isabel Tennyson and Hunt & Darton all stepped up to the mikeand, in homage to Fraff‘s theme, here are my own thoughts in poetic form.
(Limerick)
There once was a critic called Laura
But writing normal reviews just bored her
So she went to review FRAFF
And took up the chance
To write poetry of the lowest order!
(Haiku)
Scottee hosts the night
A dyslexic disco ball,
Gives it some structure.
(Ode)
Oh! Barbara Brownskirt,
You, the poet on the bill with the zipped up anorak cowl
Gleaming like the waterproof helmet of a Grecian Queen.
Your witty Peckham lines and your scowl
Producing laughs from us, as if laughing machines.
Whilst many of the poets were keen to use jokes –
It was yours that did the loudest chuckles evoke.
(Acrostic)
All of us get the chance
Using up the pens to hand
Doodling is not alright
Instead it’s poems we must write
Eventually Scottee reads them out
Next we vote without a doubt
Could the blanked out film script win?
Er no, it’s the vet with the toothy grin.
(Rondeau)
Hit and miss
But still much bliss
Anarchical whimsy in central Shoreditch.
Miss and hit
They shouldn’t quit
The night for yes I will admit
This poetry is just a bit
Harder than I can have wished
Hit and miss
Miss and hit
Yet just enough humour and jokes to make it
Worth a watch, worth a sit
So I certainly won’t dismiss
Fraff as poetry with a needless twist
Because it’s not.
Laura Cress 
