Madison Square Quintain

MADISON SQUARE QUINTAIN Wild-haired, gangly boy from Queens , Garfunkel, in his awkwardness and tallness, Like a kitten dangling in a pair of blue jeans, But purring pure harmonies, giving it his all-ness, Reaching to the heights over Simon’s smallness. Paul enthralls, picking a lick so pretty In the darkness, our old friend, Mellow music-poet with his home city Crowd - and listeners and singers blend - Will the li-de-li-li-de-li s never end? The Boxer’s timeless rhythm begins : True champs staying till the end of the fight, New York City’s musical twins, Filling the ring in Madison Square tonight Till the cheering and clapping split the night. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written 2 August 2011 by Sydney Peck for Francine Roberts’s Contest “Hangin' in there”.