wire and strings

she was a rock and roll player

raised on Zepp and Slayer

when she plucked her wire

the fans would light up their fire

oh she was raised on rock and roll

playing lights out at the Hollywood bowl

oh the shred of her bass

pieces of it all over the place

like a comet wrapping around the neck

what good is a guitar you can't wreck

she'd remind everyone it's about the notes

whatever words creativity floats

and the band would slow down and step aside

cause one thing rock and roll can't do is hide

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

A nice light hearted poem and wonderful to read. Thanks for sharing your brillance!

[Helpless]

this is amazing!!! can't tell you how much i adore this!!!!

[Daytonight]

I love the feel to this one! Can almost hear the music in the background and moving to the beat. Well done. Great rhyme and flow. Keep on penning.