Ruth Walters (London, U.K.)
Being Tina Turner
When I turn my Hoover on
I usually burst into a song
for if I sing the notes all wrong
no one can hear when my Hoovers on!
I mimic Tina Turner
because she's Simply the Best
I dance like her and I prance like her
and my ‘big hair' looks a mess!
I pretend to myself that the spotlights on
and I'm wearing a gorgeous dress
Well maybe in reality
it's short shorts and a vest!
I take my bow as I dust and sweep
I curtsey very low
I collapse on the couch all in a heap
Cos' I'm getting old you know.
Well it's rotten doing housework
and it adds a bit of zing
when I'm being Tina Turner
and pretending I can sing.
PoemHunter.com Updates
-
Happy Birthday Paul Muldoon!
Irish poet born in 1951
-
Happy Birthday Joseph Autran!
(1813-1877) French poet
-
Happy Birthday Marceline Desbordes-Valmore!
(1786-1859) French poet
-
Beautiful Paintings On Books
by Ekaterina Panikanova
Top 500 Poems
-
Phenomenal Woman
Maya Angelou
-
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
-
If You Forget Me
Pablo Neruda
-
Still I Rise
Maya Angelou
-
Dreams
Langston Hughes
-
Annabel Lee
Edgar Allan Poe
-
If
Rudyard Kipling
-
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
-
Invictus
William Ernest Henley
-
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
Maya Angelou
This made me chuckle Ruth. My wife is a Tina Turner fan, but not me. She gives me a headache!
Singing is for everyone and as with this great poem it inspires and elevates and exhausts and makes us envigorated and with song there is like poetry a deeper connection to art and love and joy of life and short shorts.