Tuesday, 12 May 2015

Rant and rave by Grant Harbison

I skimmed a glance over the dance



Void of romance

No tangos

No foxtrots

Nor waltz of the Viennese

Just animated clowns raving on E’s

Pulsating beat swept through the crowd

The sound was insipid

Repetitive and loud



Offending my lugs

Appreciate this?

Not even with drugs

I’m not out of touch

Nor am I too old

This kind of trash just leaves me cold

Without further ado I headed for the door

And began to yawn

Oh what a bore

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