Rockapella Limericks
I freely admit that my mom helped me with these. Like I said, my poetry isn't the best, but I try to keep it light-hearted. Ahem...
There's a cool group that sings a cappella
To thrill every gal and each fella.
Jeff, Kevin, and Scott,
El, Barry--Sean? Not!
And they title themselves Rockapella.
Say hello to the new tenor, Kevin,
With a voice like you might hear in heaven
And those curls round his face.
He can surely replace
The guy who made five on Lucky Seven.
The Bear has a voice like a god
(Not Froh--Wotan) and what a hot bod!
And sometimes, they tell us,
He makes Scott quite jealous
To join the testosterone squad.
Now Scott has a charm all his own
With the songwriting talent he's shown.
With blond hair and green eyes
It can be no surprise,
He's the hottest of singers I've known.
The middle man's Elliott, I guess.
His scatting has lots of finesse.
Now the once-king of shy
Is an old married guy,
But we all wish him joy nonetheless.
Jeff's a drummer who simply won't quit;
At concerts he's wired to spit.
His solos are stunning
And really quite cunning,
But he looks like he's having a fit! ;~)
And finally, the Antipella:
You remember the old tenor, Sean?
Band democracy caused him to yawn.
Some still miss him, but they
Can buy Sean-songs to play.
For the rest, relief spells "Sean is gone!"
