The FanA Poem by David Lewis PagetAdam
Sadd was the frontman for A
group called ‘Rising Star’, They
said he came from a gypsy clan And
he played a wild guitar, He
wore a couple of bracelets And
a ring, or maybe two, His
hair was black as a raven’s coat And
his eyes a piercing blue. He’d
written the anthem ‘Metalman’ That
soared on up the charts, The
group had only played dance halls And
a clutch of seedy bars, But
once their records were charting They
were called to go on tour, And
suddenly they were in front of crowds That
yelled and screamed for more. And
down in the auditorium Was
a girl with bright red hair, She
screamed and cried, and she fixed her eyes In
a wild and crazy stare, The
frontman saw her at every show And
began to ask his fans: ‘Who
is that crazy redhead, she’s Beginning
to bug me, man!’ She
followed the group from state to state, From
one gig to the next, And
Adam said to the other guys: ‘I
think I’m being hexed! All
I can see is flame red hair And
a pair of piercing eyes, How
can she get to every show? She
makes me fluff my lines!’ She
stormed the backstage more than once With
a hundred of her kind, But
couldn’t get past the bouncers ‘til The
van left them behind, ‘Maybe
you ought to let her in,’ Said
the bassman, Charlie Jones, ‘Then
you can say you hate red hair And
she might leave you alone.’ Back
home again in his city flat She
was there, outside his wall, She
hung right over the garden gate, Would
stand and stare and call, He’d
have to leave by the laundry door And
jump a fence or two, Just
to get to the supermart Or
share a drink with the crew. One
night, returning in darkness She
waylaid him in the hall, Swung
him round by his collar, then And
pinned him against the wall. ‘What
do you want, you crazy bint, You’re
there at every show, One
thing I hate is redheads! There! I
thought you ought to know!’ ‘What
do I care?’ the girl replied, Whose
name she said was Eve, ‘The
reason I go to every show Is
to see the drummer, Steve! And
there at the front in every show, All
I can see is you, The
drums are up the back of the stage, And
you keep blocking my view!’ Now
when you go to see ‘Rising Star’ You’ll
see there’s been a change, The
frontman stands away to the left, The
drums are in centre stage, A
redhead beams with her piercing eyes While
Adam scans the crowd, A
bevy of blondes and black haired girls That
would make a gypsy proud. David
Lewis Paget © 2013 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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