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!