Sultans Of Swing Poem by Pedro Cescon

All the ladies would fall,
George's single minded chords,
They never really did a call,
About George's one-lined boards,

All pride would befall,
Harry, sax and his records,
Should he just stand tall,
And get some of his talent's rewards,

Mike drums night long all,
Two meters and all that he affords,
Is to being so so small,
Behind his, for music, love towards,

John knows why youngsters aren't in mall,
Walking through blues jazz wards,
Grooving in this here musical hall,
Dancing to the songs of these lords,

Man by the mic never turned pall,
But when show ends none accords,
But Sultans of Swing never stall,
Sultan gets passion, it's what any of 'em hoards,

Indeed and all...
Sultans of Swing are swing's most favorite lords...