That boy ain't too much to look at. During sports, on the bench he sat. In any game, he'd always lose. But ****! He sure could sing The Blues.
In school, he barely made the grade. His memory was sure to fade. In weekend dives, he made the news. 'Cause ****! He sure could sing The Blues..
All of the pretty girls around Chased him in the clubs in the town. He's not the boy fathers would choose. 'Cause ****! He sure could sing The Blues.
He couldn't grasp the fame and crowd. His nerves lept as they screamed so loud. Got his courage from too much *****. But ****! He sure could sing the blues.
This is my first attempt at a Kyrielle. Rebecca Askew always writes them so well, I thought I'd give it a try. Thanks, Becca!