At the tender age of eleven I already worked a few hours a week in my father’s bakery…

This is a villanelle poem about The Beatles’ famous music.

Poem.

The jukebox is rockin nonstop and loud. There are Cokes, Vanilla Cokes, Cherry Cokes and French Fries providing the power breakfast of the day. Every damn girl in the place is bouncing to the music in her seat and half of them are singing along.

As a thank you word for the fab four.

Who are they?

In the Bible, we were told these words “Be not deceived; God is not mocked; for whatsoever a man sows, that he shall reap. Read on and realize what happened to the people who mocked God.

A George Harrison tribute.