Here’s A Poem Using Only Song Titles From The Beatles

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band

Martha my dear,

Hello, little girl. Good morning, good morning.                                                         No reply?                                                                                                                         Please Mr. Postman, slow down.

From me to you, I want to tell you: Julia, her majesty, she’s leaving home.     Your mother should know. She loves you. And I love her.

I’m down. Lonseome tears in my eyes come together — rain.                               I feel fine, getting better.                                                                                                 Do you want to know a secret? I’ll be back. I’ll get you. I need you. Got to get you into my life.

Till there was you, there’s a place for no one.                                                       This boy — I wanna be your man. I want to hold your hand, little child.              It’s all too much. You’ll be mine, when I’m sixty-four. Wait. It won’t be long.

Don’t pass me by. Let it be something.                                                                     September in the rain, flying chains all together now.                                             Like dreamers do, I’m only sleeping.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 All things must pass. I should have known better. I’m a loser. The night before you’re going to lose that girl — misery                                                                I will come and get it not a second time.                                                                  You won’t see me when I get home.

Don’t bother me. Slow down. Act naturally.                                                             Think for yourself.                                                                                                           You can’t do that what you’re doing, what you’re doing to me.

If I fell, tell me why. Every little thing.                                                                             If I needed someone, what goes on? Another girl? That’ll be the day. I’ll cry instead. Cry for a shadow, crying waiting hoping…a day in the life, in my life.

Drive my car across the universe, a long and winding road back in the USSR. The fool on the hill, Norwegian wood (this bird has flown) free as a bird, blackbird. And your bird can sing here, there, and everywhere.

Oh! Darling, in spite of all danger, ask me why I call your name.                         I’m looking through you, searchin’. I’ve just seen a face fixing a hole.                 I’ve got a feeling — the inner light.

Long, long, long, revolution!                                                                                     Happiness is a warm gun, old brown shoe, junk.                                                   The word that means a lot, words of love, it’s only love, yes it is.                       Two of us — a beginning, the end.

Because things we said today help get back yesterday.                                         We can work it out, girl, with a little help from our friends.                                   Don’t let me down.

You know my name (look up the number)                                                                   Any time at all.                                                                                                                   I’m so tired, good night.

-Nowhere Man

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