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My response to the letter H in Writer Pilgrim’s song-title challenge.
A song-title sonnet that doubles as a playlist
Hank Williams (song-title sonnet) Hey, good lookin’ I ain’t got nothing but time on the banks of the old Pontchartrain. I can’t get you off of my mind. I won’t be home no more, I’m so lonesome I could cry — howlin’ at the moon, long gone lonesome blues. Everything’s okay: baby we’re really in love. I saw the light, there’ll be no teardrops tonight. I can’t help it (if I’m still in love with you). Why don’t you love me?
Why don’t you love me? Question asked for ages. Join the train passengers, get in line with those waiting for a ticket to ride. Brenda Lee and Patsy Cline are already aboard. Lots of hankies for tears or laughter later.
Another fun poem!