by Sid de Knees

Created on: December 10, 2009

The KIng.

With Elvis singing in my head,
and my lip curled I sing along,
while all in home are sleeping I,
let rip a breathy soundless song.

I got some shoulder movements down,
and swinging hips I'm in the zone,
sometimes despite a world of friends,
those songs best sung are sung alone.

I don't play instruments, but do,
tap fingers on my desk top drum,
and since I got me headset on,
I don't care if it's good or bum.

I only know when Elvis sings,
my hips and lips do crazy things!

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