There is something in the air
I thought climbing the stair
Not the raucous of a fair
No, it’s much more debonair
See the ladies, Gents in chairs
What a marvellous affair
Poems, each dished up with flair
And the meals do not compare
* Bill spoke of age above mid-air
I thought you’d all be in wheel chairs
And wobble in need of repair
Sayin, ‘love pour me a drink, yeah’
But alas I see contraire
*You lied Bill that wasn’t fair
Some of you guys have gray hair
But there’s a jive here in the air
The air in ‘pink rock poets’ lair.
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