A Rolling Stone contest poem

A Rolling Stone She’s weird as a broom stick, that witchy woman That crazy, shonky, HONKY TONK WOMAN On Monday she’s ANGIE, RUBY TUESDAY Wednesday and Fridays it’s Glorious Rose. What’s in a name? She sweetly asks me I smell as good - why not change yours? Ye Gods, What TUMBLING DICE did you roll? What Shonky Tonk woman sent you me? Its hard to see what was in your plan Try as I might I just can’t see. But wait a while - she’s UNDER MY THUMB And now WILD HORSES can’t drag me away I know YOU CAN’T AWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT But give THE ROLLING STONES some sway Don’t PAINT IT BLACK, in a pall of despair Try roll with the stones, and challenge her dare.