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.
Copyright © Annabel Fraser | Year Posted 2025
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