Greg Rowe, who has taken the photos for the Mustangs' new album, saw the band at the Swanage Blues Festival in March 2011, and afterwards felt compelled to write a poem about the Festival and the band. 

"I don't know what came over me", said Greg, "I've never written anything like it in my life". 

Written in the style of legendary English gobbledygook raconteur Stanley Unwin, with an extra hint of Edward Lear,  you can read Greg's impressive ode here. 

Wohaaa the “Swapage” blues Fester is in strode, Pubs alight with Rhythm of Blows and the Rack of Rockin, the magic of strum it, the wail of harmona “Willy Killy” style beats them by a furlong, who is “Bab Dolan” anyway, and Hoppies flower rule for the hour and a min. The “Black Duck” gets the “weed” powder and forbid the Purbeck swet pud!

 The headlone band are comin. “Misfangs” on the way the greater South Metropolisean, will they mak it, hack it, rip out, or shok?

 That event the “mateup and grot!” gets you the mood and has cast a memor. The mind redy , legs expec, the belly says mabe, o.k. Stev Dorry appear the blues asteer,

 Feznose cockneys are being fonny and the arabs in thy mid bar west east go to the islame musque. Where is the Fez, the tossle is entwined, Islame stammers and the blues dies.

 “Lucks Heet” where can that be the man is there Pet Harrt with the Blues you can hold.  Near “Saints” they whamper all the Hants not far. Light is bright in the evenone the Pet’s head is aflame, blues is frenatic. Mot La Tossiar comes to the heart and Pet Harrt the mine, Pompet drop points at largeness. The blues oh the blues the ball plase of mateyrs.

 The headlone band are comin. “Misfangs” on the way the greater South Metropolisean, will they mak it, hack it, rip out, or shok?

 Meanwhile at the “White Stallion” the tonsion bolds there is a lot of positing going at the pole, the sats are all take.  The “Misfangs” have a German followy and not no towels on Freed seats dimated to charity. Seats the front auditonium are confiscated by staffbots with the think for stand room sardone style. Disgrontled fans wonder wander what don to deserve a fate and stare blonkly at the tableaux. The vacant vod where chairs had ben, lean at tables is now the narme, the dronks are spillage and the logs are decline.

 The headlone band are comin. “Misfangs” on the way the greater South Metropolisean, will they mak it, hack it, rip out, or shok?

 Proff photog geentlemoan “Grog” is nervose. He twiddle a comera, the tension drains his whate face. Where the “Misfangs” a premise made. Will they make it to the gag fest, will they mak the Shot. The way laid and the backdrop coold. Winding steps a rat, table, wall, hole, poison and many. A way off Lucks Heet beckons, Pet Harrt he lives too, the groove circle complet. Artiste wall a morale, old building stand fate incomplete, craked, lonesome beat the blues feet.

 The headlone band are comin. “Misfangs” on the way the greater South Metropolisean, will they mak it, hack it rip out, or shok?

 The Pob door swings and Ade Narsworth afresh fram the greater South Metropolisean alives, the pob a view the “White Stallion” heaves, aye contact made to proff photog geentlemoan Grog awaits ajoyed yeh blues photshoot beekons, a dreme awakens from dismal hop,  Swapage blues arrive. A hosty greting  from Ade Narsworth mad, a rush, the other Misfangs apparition from road abandon. Excused made to rod was blacked, the hike was blocked the rod traffic amok, a call at Chichaster Mr Derk met pick up band complate.

 The proff photog geentlmoan Grog comera strapped knek aready. The “Misfangs” in glory Cool Ban, Mr old Derk, Jan drum and lead mast sang Ade Nasworth. Aside the boss guitor, the lead guitor fiddle, the harmona harp, the drom stak hit away, the shot can be. The fans to wate the shot to mak no, the blues an hald away Swapage moral. The Misfangs fore the moral loud seacold shroud.

 The headlone band are com. “Misfangs” arrived the greater South Metropolisean, they mad it, hack it rip out, and shok?

 Cold sea band mural amoral stand astep.   Geentlemaon Proff Photog Grog has comera and shot band “Misfangs” plan. Clock, clack comera ashak no lit for why?  Mr old Derk cri “batero ablank flosh nae wok. Geentlmoan Proff Grog disc-may the bod relief show bi-two batero abag relief the lit ago now a shot.

 The headlone band are com. “Misfangs” arrived the greater South Metropolisean, they mad it, hack it rip out, and shok?

 A number shots Grog akeen bat Misfangs sound test zeel. A fore the “White Stallion” time is cosh, fam to remamber, lead fiddle guitor to warm, Harmona harp install ablow, Bass guitor Cool to pluck, Jan astik drom proctice. Ade Narsworth the sangs lead guitor ajump, tie knek aglimmer. Misfangs  astride led Cool and Jan sound tast aprior. Ade Narsworth afollow close response man led most out front soon aglimmer a jump to make.

 Mr Derk the politico band walk at gros slow with gentleman Proff photog Grog ashoulder seen befor not apanic sond chek wate. Thonks Grog well pleezed.

 The headlone band are com. “Misfangs” arrived the greater South Metropolisean, they mad it, hackd it ripd out, and shokd?

 The blues, the blues Misfangs gret band “Cut Lose” afree the shakles. Gret gig enshrine and Proff gentlemoan Grog amaze shots of event, the Blues Swapage Blues afest next age year again the fest attest the “Misfangs” agane hope.  Applaus, applaus.

 The headlone band are com. “Misfangs” arrived the greater South Metropolisean, they mad it, hackd it ripd out, and shokd?  Return the greater South Metropolisean.

Greg Rowe, May 2011