There can only ever be one Elvis Presley!#TheFoureyedPoet.
The Foureyed Poet
Nineteen thirty-five was the year
Elvis Presley was born.
Then seventy-seven was the year
that all his fans would mourn.
He came from a humble background
yet he rose to great heights.
Elvis was soon heading star-bound
his name in bright lights.
Millions truly loved his sound
with a voice so tender.
The king of rock and roll was found
filling hearts with pure splendour.
So much has been said and written
about Elvis the man.
But true followers were smitten
each one a real fan.
He gave them tremendous pleasure
though his time was so short.
Creating such fun-filled leisure
all his music was sought.
Elvis’s memory will always live on
in so many sad hearts.
The champion to thrill the throng
singing in many film parts.
Fan’s really could not believe
when Elvis passed away.
Or ever wanted to conceive
the bad stories anyway.
The king will go on forever
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