Today I sailed out the door,
to pick up a magazine in the MAIL.

Tripped and fell on my pelvis,
while reading about the once King, ELVIS.

Brought back that old yearning,
I could feel my heart BURNING,
remembering how the King did sing.

I wore a black VEIL, when in church that sad day,
The King was dead and had gone far away.

Even though he's afar,
King ELVIS is a twinkling star.

WORDS: monkey, desk, television, spaghetti