NaPoWriMo Day 28: Cruel summer

 
Day 28 of the NaPoWriMo challenge at www.napowrimo.net.
 
Prompt: Today, we challenge you to write a poem that involves music at a ceremony or event of some kind.

I decided to write a poem made of loads of titles of songs/albums. See if you can spot them.

 
Cruel summer
 
In the still of the night
he could get no satisfaction:
“What’s going on?”
“Dream on,” the girl replied,
as he gazed at the Waterloo sunset,
thinking how nothing else matters.
He needed a whole lotta love,
but he was living on a prayer.
Am I losing my religion, he wondered,
just like yesterday, or something.
“I wanna rock you like a hurricane,”
he somehow blurted out,
and she sped off down Abbey Road.
Ice, ice, baby! Imagine.
She was a rebel girl. No Maggie May.
He’d hoped on heaven being a place on earth,
but love just wasn’t in the air tonight.
Que sera, sera, he thought.
Layla just wasn’t gonna light his fire
tonight or any other night. She’d pick up
one of the boys of summer instead.
Epic. I will survive, he thought –
I’m a rocket man with great balls of fire –
so he took the midnight train to Georgia,
Gangnam style, just a smalltown boy
looking for his dancing queen.
 
Vickie Johnstone, April 28, 2025