Monday, September 26, 2016

a limerick for the boss on his birthday

A man who was born to run
wrote songs that were number one.
He went dancing in the dark,
down in Ashbury Park.
His glory days as yet, are not done.

For the record, I did write this on Bruce Springsteen's birthday (which was Friday), I just didn't get around to posting it until today.

1 comment:

The Silver Fox said...

Happy belated birthday to Mr. Springsteen. Nice poem!