National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Sunday, 19 April 2015

Elvis

Day 18
 
I once met Elvis in a garden centre over near the sheds
Are you lonesome tonight I said
He looked at me, said he was pissed
I Forgot to remember to forget the shopping list
I left it at Heartbreak Hotel
while I was crying in the Chapel
I thought it was stuffed down my blue suede shoes
now I am feeling moody blue.
I am all shock up on a mystery train
He smiled at me. I’ve lost my brain.
That’s all right, I grabbed his arm
I may well be your good luck charm
Im a hard headed women, so don’t be pissed
I mean who really needs a shopping list

We wandered down near jailhouse rocks
then passed the wooden heart planting boxes
over by the hound dog food.
I’ll get me coat

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