MUSICAL STORY CHALLENGE

I Want to Hold Your Hand

Lovely Rita meter maid

Oh, it’s been a hard day’s night. I should be writing like an author, but my baby has me locked up in chains.

Help! Won’t you help me if you can? All I need is help to get my feet back on the ground.

Hey Jude, don’t make it bad. I got to get you into my life. I was alone and didn’t know what I would find there, so I packed my bags and thought it would be fun to take you on a Yellow Submarine in the town where I was born. You say you’re too square, but baby, I don’t care. I just want you there on this magical mystery tour.

Your mother should know. John, Paul, Ringo, and George will give her the message.

I say these words to you, my sweetheart, while my guitar weeps. Halleluiah, you didn’t run, you didn’t hide, but still, I need to hear you say we will be together every day of my life especially when I’m sixty-four.

Look, here comes the sun. Hurry, grab my hand, come together right now. We shall stroll towards Abby Road for a little shot of rhythm and blues.

You ask me why? You are the only love I’ve ever had. You tell me things I want to know. I can’t believe this is happening to me.

Standing on the dock, you know it’s not easy. Hold that thought. My iPhone is ringing its Peter Brown. All is clear he said we can get married in Gibraltar near Spain.

Beautiful dreamer, I’m so glad you can wake up with me. You don’t know how lucky you are.

We fell in love, and suddenly things turned helter-skelter. My heart is a bloody mess, it’s true, but I must let you go as I have to return back to the USSR.

Christ, you know the way things are going, they are going to crucify me. Lady Madonna, with all those kids at her feet, is after me for child support. What am I supposed to do? I feel defeated I feel beat.

I’m sitting in a railway station with friends of the Beatles. As I sit with Simon and Garfunkel, my suitcase and guitar in hand, Mother Mary speaks words of wisdom as we pitch a jam. Let it be, let it be.

So I say farewell lovely Rita I must go alone down the long and winding road. I just don’t understand what went wrong, but I will get by with a little help from my friends at Medium 24 hour Interaction, if they ever get back from the Haiku intervention program. Some of them are addicted to 5–7–5 and fighting a battle to stay alive. Now it looks as if they I’m here to stay.

Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away.

Life is short, and there is little time to fuss and fight, so just try to see it my way.

Wait! Stop and Imagine. We can work it out.

This is a response to Michael Whalen’s musical prompt. This man doesn’t like Haiku but he can let the tunes pop. So give it a try even if you choose hip-hop. The rules are posted down below, now keep that rhythm and don’t let go. Thank you Michael Whalen for inviting me to your concert.

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