Ted Nugent

With long hair and narrow face,
he jumps around all over the place.
Jumping high, jumping low,
he swings from a twisted swinging rope.
Wild rock songs he does play,
in Iowa Jam surrounded by hay.
Years later I would inherit a ring,
it is from precious mother Jean.
Ted Nugent is cousin to Jean too,
ring reminds me of them, it’s the color of blue.
A print of Ted Nugent is in the Marathon Music Center’s shop,
I might buy it for Ted Nugent looks really hot,
and maybe one day I will wear an outfit like he's
and dance till I drop.

poem by Christina Sunrise
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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