Paul Curtis Poet I do not know?

Artie

When Artie Shaw
Was the King of Swing
His liquorice stick
Was made to sing

With a beat
To tap your toe too
Or melodies
To serenade you

Swing to get the kids
A jumping
Tunes to get the blood
A pumping

Artie Shaw and his
Tuneful clarinet
The King of Swing
Was as good as they get

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Paul Curtis June 13, 2011 at 12:57 AM Thanks Leo

Leo Larry Amadore June 10, 2011 at 8:42 AM Enjoyable poem...loved the description of the clarinet as a"liquorice stick." Nicely done.