BAD VERSE: RAMBLINGS - ONE

The Beatles had Penny Lane 

But all I have is an empty lane 

Nothing do I hear; in my ears 

Nothing do I see: in my eyes 

Except for the salty tears 

And the living on French fries. 

Writing songs which sound out of key

But at least I’m still glad to be free

Bad verse; sure bad prose

It doesn’t matter to those 

Who live with Lucy in the sky 

That one with those diamonds 

That helps her definitely get by 

She sure captures those dumb minds 

All that talk of her diamonds

Certainly never ever ends; 

For nothings at the end of a Rainbow 

But only Ritchie Blackmore 

Who moved from Purple to vibgyor

Oh sheesh, do I have to spell it out

the colors of the Rainbow 

though still no more

lingers on in mortal souls

but I just write bad verse 

Bad verse; sure bad prose

It only gets worse and worse 

And then they simply say,

“All you need is Love” 

But, I did then say

 It is the loveless that seek 

love that they never ever keep