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.
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Written 2 August 2011 by Sydney Peck for
Francine Roberts’s Contest “Hangin' in there”.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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