Gershon Wolf Poet Light Verse

The Rolling Stones

The Rolling Stones
  Gather no moss
Not with Mick Jagger
  Their peripatetic boss

They travel first-class
  Partake of the sauce
As the globe they crisscross

Sipping the finest liquers
  ~ Discarding the dross

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Tom Cunningham December 3, 2018 at 2:55 AM The bad boys, loved their music, still going too. Tom . Gershon Wolf December 3, 2018 at 7:34 PM Nasty, to be precise. :) gw

Sand Blown December 3, 2018 at 12:04 AM the beatles were ok...but the stones... they still rock on stereo Gershon Wolf December 3, 2018 at 7:34 PM Yup. They were the real deal...

M. L. Kiser December 2, 2018 at 9:54 PM What can I say? It was an era of greatness in the music industry; the likes of which, we'll probably never again see. Thanks for some great memories, Gershon. Gershon Wolf December 3, 2018 at 7:33 PM Who knows? Things may cycle back toward musical sanity at some point. But the '60's sure were exciting. (And the '50's weren't bad either, really). Thanks for your observations! :) gw