Daily Prompt: The Beatles

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Were they the quartet you waited for

Screamed for and danced for

They certainly were the famous four

In Liverpool town in sixty four.

The rebel Northern group four

Playing In a cellar down a backstreet for

One whole pound more than four

A pound less than a shop girl for

A forty hour week.

But nevertheless they sang,

All four,  a quartet of

Love love me do and

You know I love you

And they really wanted

To hold your hand:

They were a very good band.

And do you want to know a secret?

Then get a ticket to ride

With a paperback writer

And I’ll tell you:

All you need is love.

 

In Penny Lane there was

A barber shop

Where perhaps they got that

Iconic hair crop?

And when the yellow submarine

Sailed with the walrus

Was it to a Norwegian Wood

Or was it back in the USSR?

And did they twist and shout

In the way they moved

And have a hard day’s night

These famous four?

And will they ever  know

how much we loved them?

They said if you need somebody

They’d be there.

But now it’s too late to call

All four

That was yesterday

So let it be.

 

Words and photo copyright Englepip©

 

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Quartet

Daily Prompt: The Power of Steam

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” Efficiency is the ratio of useful work to resources  expended. In other words, the ratio of the output to the input of a given system.”

 

They say  steam engines were

Really  inefficient.

Yet they worked and so

Were icons of their time.

 

Their powerful engines hissed

As their gliding pistons swished

And the big wheels steadily turned

Upon the line.

 

Journeying far ‘cross country

Along parallel lines of  track

Their smokestacks burning brightly

There and back.

 

Generations mourn their passing

And old engines they have rescued

Recombining, reassembling

All from the scrap.

 

They hammer and they chisel

Blacksmithing with a sizzle

Engineering perfect pieces

Of great size.

 

And when the engine’s  finished

They admire her in her glory

Resurrected into power

To run once more.

 

Then the new steam comes a-fizzing,

From the smoke-stack wildly hissing

And along the lines it’s whizzing

Inefficient maybe yes.

 

But do we care?

 

For that  old engine it is running

And faithfully it is pulling

Is it not a most amazing sight to see?

 

And to smell the soot and grime

Feel the rhythm of the line

Is a special thing for all,

 

Especially me.

 

Poem and photo copyright to Englepip©

 

 

 

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Inefficient