Front Row At The Concert Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer
Front Row At The Concert
Here at the show
I'm in the front row
The band starts to play
Been waiting all day
The opening chord
My parents abhored
I scream with the crowd
The music sounds, loud
The bass beats in my chest
Some of the best
I rock to the beat
No need for a seat
I feel so alive
Being drenched in the lead singer's saliva.
Eww! ! ! Watch out for mononucleosis...some say it's transmitted through saliva...haha! ! ! Laters...
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4/30/2024 1:13:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderful, I can relate to this poem, I had the opportunity to attend a concert of a very famous group. I was up close and rocking to the beat, believe me I never missed a beat. It was the days of the thrown undies and hankies, I really had to leave because of all the nasty's the women were throwing around. Also it wasn't very pleasant walking over fainted bodies. Excellent poem--Melvina--