Poem -

More a Supper of Jam

More a Supper of Jam

 
The joys of being around humans
 
got tiring
 
so I decided to take control  
 
I floated up into the clouds
 
to visit my Angel
 
from a distance I could hear the jam
 
I could hear the bass playing  
 
was a serious musical moment
 
and as I arrived
 
way above into the thick of the fluffiness 
 
I could see them
 
Marley and Lennon, and on backing vocals,  Miss Gaga
 
Leonardo Da Vinci was painting the scene
 
not the last supper, more a supper of jam
 
my Angel was on the piano waiting for me
 
we played for the Sun, the Moon and the Stars
 
lyrics by Mr Mars
 
well, now I feel fine
 
and so floating back down to where the humans are…
 
I’m wearing proudly a smile.

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Jac Fables

'Pump Up the Jam.' Great Verse! 🙂

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Rory McGinlay

The title, as if you have written the poem before titling it with the best line of the poem. And the line

Was a serious musical moment 

I love.

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Shirley Harrison

https://youtu.be/RVDCeVG90Rg?feature=shared

Song, Die with a smile, song by Bruno Mar and the great Gaga ❤️. Just in case you want to hear it. 

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Rory McGinlay

I would never have brought it up, but some have said with my Tommy Hilfigers I resemble a Mr Mars 

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Shirley Harrison

Yes I can see that, a bit of Hawaiian good looks dear Rory 🌹 

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