The next piece I’ll present
uses the rhythm of Sinead,
the spirit of the Boss,
and a couple of lines
cobbled from Crenshaw and Carl.
A couple of other lines were taken
from Brookes and Barry
and a bit from Babs, to boot.

It took some of its assonance
from Moore
and a little lilt from Lesse.
I’ve put in a taste of Max
and a couple of Ray’s banned lines
somehow shine through.

There’s a sprinkle of David
a touch of Kilian
a dollop of Steve
and an occasional flavoring
of everybody’s favorite Paul.

Some shade from Stanley
and a kiss of Declan
run throughout the piece.
There’s some obvious influence of John
and John – and,
of course, Johnny.

I hope you like the piece.
It took a lot
to piece it together.
It’s hard work
but rewarding, too.
It takes a village
to write my poetry.
Thanks in advance.