His name is famous
but I won’t tell.
For his fans he writes
his music he sells.

His poetry is young
smooth, complex, yet pure.
He would bring happiness
to a girl next door.

He writes of love
loneliness and friends
and brings forth honesty
yet sometimes pretends.

Though my knowledge
of him is limited.
In his band with song
He is un-inhibited.

He is young and tall
has hair with length.
Delilah could never deny
this boy his strength.

All the young girls
bow down at his feet
even pledge death,
for a chance to meet.

The hour is late now
for this Bopper must sleep.
Hang your heads girls….. Sold
your souls only to weep.

TeAnne © May 12. 1999

*This poem was written for Taylor Hanson. When I thought he was a friend.