The Rock and Roll Days

Many years ago I wrote a poem about the rock ‘n’ days craze, it only came to the light of my sorting my possessions as I was moving to a new flat I found it among other papers. Now that will be the last of my words as this my BT Broadband is closing until my new line somewhere around the 17 November, but in the words of MacArthur I will return. I hope you enjoy this poem especially those that remember the 50s as nostalgic as I do.
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Gyrating bodies to an amplified sound,
rhythmic music from Hells own ground.
Skirts swirling bodies in a trance,
couples clinging so deep in romance.
He sings of love, he sings of woe,
his voice is fast and sometimes slow.
A generation looking on in total scorn,
hoping for a Joshua and His Magic Horn.
Devil music is what they are saying now,
shall we stop it! Do you know how?
In our days it wasn’t like this,
embracing close, yet to afraid to kiss.
Look at them there, its a disgrace,
sweat and lust, it’s on their face.
Pull the plug bring the silence to the room,
it is better to see their gloom.
A voice shouted, “Remember your day,
your gyrations didn’t get in the way”.
Bobby soxers all in a crowded shriek scream,
you were with it, lets have our dream.
A silent gasp from the generation above,
You know they are right,
its all about the music and love.
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