Blue Moon Over Graceland

When Elvis Presley dreamed on high
All he wanted to do was fly
Like Priscilla's blue moon
He ballooned with each tune
And it sure made his mama cry!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Babcock Avatar
August 18, 2021 at 7:55 PM
He lived life in the fast lane and his last years were ill health. A good write on this limerick. love phyl
Goldsmith Avatar
August 18, 2021 at 11:42 AM
What a creative write. So True. Elvis was one in a million. Too bad his life was cut short. Have a blessed day writing away..............
Canerdy Avatar
August 17, 2021 at 12:41 PM
Yes, his last few years were very poorly lived. He was a great talent for decades, though. Good write, Rico. Janice
Omar Avatar
August 17, 2021 at 3:02 AM
He lived unsober and high Thinking he could fly like a bumble bee But he couldn't be He did try but fell and died before reaching sky
Cunningham Avatar
August 16, 2021 at 2:23 PM
Junk food and drugs was his downfall, Price of fame I suppose. Tom
Leffanta Avatar
August 17, 2021 at 11:17 AM
So many "had it all" without understanding the "all" ......
Allison Avatar
August 16, 2021 at 11:36 AM
I wont watch footage of him in his final years such a shame to see how he deteriorated:-( hugs jan xx
Leffanta Avatar
August 16, 2021 at 11:46 AM
Elvis chose all his "friends" and lovers, and his way of living, and that certainly made his mama cry!
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