Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo etc.....(Collage)

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo etc.....(Collage)

A Poem by Huw

She listened to the radio when she was young

about the time a man saw the needle and the damage done

while another saw Calypso sailing into the winds

The lady thought you were vain and you 

thought her song was about you.

A woman whiled away the days at the Chelsea Hotel

while he noticed a bird on the wire as he listened to the

drunks singing their midnight songs

Then a man admitted he couldn't get no satisfaction

While another found his in purple haze

A guy went to a dance where he thought he'd take a chance

as some other guy drove his Chevy to the levy finding it dry

The man advised us to rock around the clock

while another prized his blue suede shoes.

Then there was the girl who hated Mondays

While Sunday was declared bloody by another

Mr Bojangles danced, oh yeah, Mr Bojangles danced

On starry nights Vincent painted blue and grey 

Someone was taken by the hand around the streets of London

while elsewhere people wore flowers in their hair and tripped

The lady lived her life like a candle in the wind

while another declared that she will survive

Desperado would come down from his

fences and come to his senses

That lady was being killed softly by his song

while Captain Farrell was counting out his money

and Guitar George played chords and the rhythm

The man was taking a walk on the wild side 

as the coloured girls went, Doo doo doo doo doo doo

doo doo doo doo doo doo doo....

© 2015 Huw


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Added on July 18, 2015
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Huw
Huw

Ammanford, Wales, United Kingdom



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I've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..

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A Poem by Huw