OFF KEY AND ON THE ROCKS: Power Ballads, Popcorn Kiddies, and Aperol Spritz

Not the right poster, but you get the idea!

Centre stage and sneer-perfect,

Seasoned legs sausage-splayed,

He waits out the intro.

Eyes shut, pout in place,

Nodding, he feels the beat,

Steps into the role,

Pulls the microphone towards him.

He smiles, opens his eyes,

And belts out Livin’ on a Prayer

In a dubious key

With a French accent.

And the crowd of dancing kiddies

Erupts,

Bouncing like popcorn,

Windmill arms and dizzy-spinning,

While their parents

Aperol Spritz at the lakeside bar,

Crying with laughter at the mayhem.

Hello!

A friend in Switzerland sent me some video footage of a band playing at small lakeside music festival and I was only drinking water, but I giggled myself silly watching! This poem came from the little video that I will not share because the band, the kids, and the parents were all having a wonderful time! And fun is to be encouraged.
 

Love

Cesca xx