A Poem

Can’t think of a theme, My thoughts are dead,

My brain curled up and went to bed.

To wake up the matter within my head,

I started to sing a tune instead.

Love me Tender started tickling my brain,

Then rock was bopping a sweet refrain.

Wheels are turning starting to move,

Yes, by bum brain’s starting to groove.

Here is some country creeping into the song,

And a little samba with a drum going bong.

A Beautiful Rhapsody on a a old violin,

And then some jazz putting up a din.

We’re on a roll and starting to bop,

The theme will come I’ve not forgot.

Hold it folks my minds all a blur,

The theme finally came A headache for sure!.