Since John and Paul first met in high school,
we have had decent success playing in Liverpool.
There was some tragedy we went through.
The worst was the passing of our dear friend, Stu.
However, our music is still popular today.
We were polled number one by far and away.
The birds fly in from all around
to listen to our upbeat skittles sound.
I have been with these guys through thick and thin.
Now they are telling me I am no longer in.
They have been following the sound of a different drummer.
A new man has taken my place. What a bummer!
They will not sound the same in Hamburg or Liverpool.
To all the loyal fans, this will not be too cool.
Who needs them? I will form a new band.
When it is all over, I will hold the winning hand.
Chirping of birds on the balcony grill
Hot Darjeeling Tea with newspaper on day chill
Ringing of Temple bell on a calm early morning
Sweet delicacy melting in mouth without churning
Thunderous lightning sound in rainy season
Chilly flakes cracking the lips wide open
Meowing of playful cat on double bed
Sweet-N-Sour soup tingling the taste bud
Hiss of snake scaring playing poodle
Pungent sauce scouring maze of noodles
Jingle of repetitive ad between soap
Bland as dieticians dinner of soup
Inaudible whisper of dying man nearby
Gulping Bitter medicine with closed eyes
As servant to Sound and Smell, mind has to behave
Taste and Ear buds left with no rest till grave
( Entry for Members Contest - Sound & Smell by Frank Herrera)
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