Sidi J. Mahtrow
Janis Martin - Poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
A tiny morsel thrust upon the stage
That grew too large to chew, much less swallow
So RCA chastised her, condemned her to death.
But she wouldn't stay buried.
Emerging, again and again
To tempt, threaten or succor
Those who found that she was
What she claimed to be.
A 'Female Elvis' she was called,
But no, she stood taller than them all
For she had a talent that best explained,
Said, 'I'm a Hard Rocking Momma, that's my name!
(A tribute to a lady, now gone but not forgotten.)
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