The boy from Memphis could sing,
Soon girls called him “The King.”
He died too young,
The last song was sung,
But the fans kept doing their thing.
Elvis made a lot of dough,
Didn’t keep much of it though.
Came off the top, you know.
There once was a singer named Elvis
Who sure could shake his pelvis.
This has to end.
We can’t pretend,
That some other word rhymes with Elvis.
© 2005 Philip R Arnold