Mick Jagger
A rolling Stone with a swagger
He got satisfaction under covers
And had many lovers
Categories:
mick jagger, music,
Form: Clerihew
A witticism -- for the time that is now has past by Mick Jagger
2019 September 17
Categories:
mick jagger, america, words,
Form: Monoku
Mick Jagger was the fire to be lit
The stage was bare and lay waiting
The world was full of
"What to do", "What to try", "What to be"
And "He" was ready for the story line........
Possessed by the rhythm of his generation
In words emanating from his musing
He told the classic rebel story
Of going against the grain
To form one's own circuitry
Belonging exclusively to
The worship and reverence of rebellion
Buzzing with charged power
His notes ushered in a new beginning
A new sound that was recreated from
The annals of historical gutsy
Down and Dirty blues
Spiked with sex and sprinkled with deviltry
That will live in classic timelessness
The rogue stood tall and whirled
His mischievous spell
Wielding wildness between the irony of good and evil
Contempt and virtue
From the age old conflict of the timeless crusade
A hero - no, an evangelist of life - yes
An inexhaustible circuit rider of our time
A Rolling Stone..........he gathered no moss!
Categories:
mick jagger, muse, music,
Form: Free verse
Singer Sir Mick Jagger
Walks with a swagger
Wriggling snakelike hips
Pouts with big rubbery lips
Texan model Jerry Hall
Is very skinny and tall
Their Bali wedding wasn’t valid
Mick no longer lives on salad!
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1/11/19
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mick jagger, celebrity, humorous, music,
Form: Clerihew
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger has two rubber lips,
His body is made of elastic,
Swivel and swerve those ageing hips,
Replaced from recycled plastic.
KS 13/9/18
Categories:
mick jagger, fun, music, old, silly,
Form: Epigram
To say Mick Jagger
Lost his swagger
Wouldn’t be the truth;
But all his zeal
Has less appeal
Than it had in his youth.
His rooster strut
And vanished butt
Still worked the Garden stage;
But just one look
Was all it took
To see the toll of age.
It’s fine to rock
Around the clock
As long as you still can;
But younger folk
Would rather croak
Than lust for that old man.
Is there a time
When, past his prime,
A rocker packs it in?
You’d think he’d know
The time to go
Is ready for a spin.
But folks still cheer
This buccaneer,
Though weathered he may be;
If I could pick,
I’d not choose Mick –
He’s way too old for me!
Categories:
mick jagger, people, old, old,
Form: Rhyme