Rod’s oft broken heart
Growing up, my mother had a poster of Rod Stewart on the back of her bathroom door. So, you’ll understand when I say I know the words to every single hit song (and a few extra) he sang without ever having owned one of his albums. She, of course, owns all of his albums and played them on repeat ad nauseum when I was young. Thus, when I took her to a Rod Stewart concert for her 70th birthday a few years ago, I could sing along to every song with all the other crazy screaming, dancing, panty-throwing seniors. And so, for your reading pleasure, I’ve composed the following poem using the titles of my favorites.
Rod’s oft broken heart
as I close my eyes
and think of you,
Maggie May,
I cannot help but imagine your
Hot legs
and wonder
Da Ya think I’m Sexy?
and if so,
Tonight’s the Night!
please, don’t say
I don’t want to talk about it
you know
You’re in My Heart
and
This old heart of mine
is full of Passion for you --
Have I told you lately that I love you?
When I need you
(I just close my eyes and I’m with you)
but
It’s a heartache
’cause you’re with him—
Love hurts.
Some guys have all the luck…
The killing of Georgie
is on my mind
and
The First cut is the deepest
Hahaha
I was only joking…
well, For the first time
I’m on the
Downtown Train
Sailing away
in the Mandolin Wind
wishing you were here,
that you would
Stay with Me,
and that we were
Forever young.