Yesterday, they grouped,

silver-tongued and young,

Asked us to love me, do,

please please me,

And we did

and we do.

Four avant garde,

laid tracks for British Invasion

With a reminiscent ticket,

from Penny lane to Abbey road

Instrumental for the decade til

The highs came down

and the lows ran on

In technicolour eight track

the lonely hearts sang on

Coloured in the white space

While their guitars gently wept.

No-one was saved.

So they let it be,

And The End was the end.

Yet the music kept on beating,

And the band played on.

“Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Band’

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