Kings Of Pop Poem by Terri Ann Stone

Sitting on the clouds
the kings of pop
tap out a heavenly thriller
with their blue suede shoes.

Fried peanut butter sandwiches
and ice cold Pepsi
are the cuisine
while reminiscing about like kin.

Elvis in his bell-bottomed pants,
Michael in his tight fitting leather
rhinestones abound,
shining like the stars all around.

Who would guess
the two dancing
side by side
swingin’ hips and rockin’ words.

Their job is simple
as can be.
Just watching over
the upcoming top pop stars
making sure they are set free.