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March 5, 2010

Carol Singing

Filed under: poems — dave @ 6:04 pm

Times were when I loved nothing more

than the ‘1812’.  Its cannons’ roar,

its church-bells’ ringing

used to make my pulse-rate soar.

But now what sets my heart a-winging

is Carol singing.

George and Ringo, John and Paul

when I was young held me in thrall.

But now what I like most of all

is Carol singing.

More than the Proms at the Albert Hall,

more than The Last Post bugle call,

more than Frank Sinatra swinging,

more than pipers Highland flinging.

Let Roy Plomley’s ghost rejoice,

the perfect ‘Desert Island’ choice

is lovely Carol in full voice … singing.

1 Comment »

  1. ah yes the glorious 1812
    when the winter snows put paid
    to Boney’s ambition of Moscow in spring
    and a full retreat was made

    then many years later along went the four
    to a gig at the Albert Hall
    they’d thought about playing the Morning Star
    but the venue was far too small

    they have all been there on that hallowed stage
    entertaining us, doing their thing,
    but none can compare with the sweet sweet tones
    of Carol when she starts to sing.

    Comment by admin — March 6, 2010 @ 8:13 pm

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