The Concert
The Concert
By Franklin Price
6/3/2015
The pounding of the base drum
Rhythm of the tambourine
Spotlights shining overhead
Lighting something never seen
Balanced on a surfboard
Riding waves up in the sky
Across the venue hanging ten
The star thinks he can fly
A familiar song he's singing
Or is what I'm hearing just a shout
If the cable breaks that's holding him
He'll soon be wiping out
He is now approaching
And is landing on the stage
The crowd below is screaming
Have worked themselves into a rage
There was much more to the concert
But the surfing was the best
If I had paid my money just for that
I could have missed out on the rest
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