
The punkoid moon shone on the love lawn loon
Sitting in the urgent galleon
The child star danced across the bashful sky
With a wisp of a demented stallion
The electric wind screams just above the ground
Shaking the mound with amazing rock sound
This they say tormented the crowd
And when the wind dies left them all proud
Bob the poet just didn’t know it
Sam said “hey this is about you”
But silly Bob turned the wrong knob
And thought he was metal guru.
While a unicorn came with a long trailing main
That blew in the air like falling rain
A sound of thunder like a rexual legend drummer
As it played all over the plain
The sun rise like some ancient mythical eye
Its beams shone like corkscrew hair that made you cry
Where is this land Debora asked as she did not want to be denied
It is not a place but a beautiful face
Marc Bolan forever in our embrace
*© Copy Write Stephen Luff 2010
Awww Stephen. So great... Brings tears to my eyes at the end of your poem...
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