To beat the band (Ode to Lewis Carroll)A Poem by SorenIt was the genesis of the four seasons It was a green day on a black sabbath with the moody blues The animals were in dire straits with a def leppard A beatle under rolling stones said: “Who is Queen?” “No”, said the Prince, “but the King is Elvis” “Is it the monkeys, with nine inch nails?” Asked a modest mouse, with ink spots, In her rush through the hollies The air supply in the grass roots was limited, For a foreigner, with a weak heart, on a journey As she looked for bread, she saw men at work The traffic was heavy on the pavement It was a death cab for cutie The eagles circled, but she gave no creedence An iron butterfly was racing the led zeppelin Timed by a strawberry alarm clock And in one direction was the public enemy The beastie boys, turning boys to men “They are fine young cannibals and cook with canned heat As well as red hot chilli peppers The turtles, crickets and U2 have temptations” said the byrds “Yes, the yardbirds are on platters, along with the flamingos” “Don't forget the coasters, I want a lovin spoonful” Wailed country Joe and the fish Only in Boston, Chicago or Manchester City Can drifters find cream and the jam they love Beach boys were holding company with the ghost of the grateful dead As the police were smashing pumpkins, In the deep purple shadows of the velvet underground In the moonglow, the outkast reached nirvana The doors, to the association of the culture club, shut on his bad finger The band with a big star played for the mamas and papas With an earthquake, earth, wind and fire, ended it in a clash © 2023 SorenFeatured Review
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