This silly poem was inspired by the following word prompts:
I sat down to write a symphony
Like the great composers of yesterday
Something to resonate inside of me
It seems people couldn’t care less today
Of things like melody or harmony,
Tunes that make you want to sing along
Remember music from those golden days?
You just cannot beat an old-time song.
“You’re adorable, Miss Florabel,
Let’s go down to the garden wall,
I’d like to kiss your hand, madam
If you let me be your little lamb”.
OK so maybe those great songs of old,
were not so great or even gold.
Maybe they were a little twee,
So, whoops-a-daisy, woe is me.
I’ll go back to writing poetry,
And leave those old songs where they belong,
Forgotten, like my Symphony.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 22/August/2018