Penny & Lane.

Meanwhile, back in Penny Lane,
Penny finds a penny on the pavement.
She picks it up and stops a passerby.
‘A penny for your thoughts?’
‘In Penny Lane? Very strange.’

Meanwhile, back in Penny Lane,
Mr Lane ambles down the lane,
leaning (he’s dependent) on his cane.
Stopped by Penny, with her penny –
in Penny Lane. Very strange.

Penny Lane is in their ears and in their eyes.
Penny and Lane marry
beneath the blue suburban skies,
with the penny and the cane,
in Penny Lane. Very strange.

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A little poem that takes off on the chorus lines of one of my favourite Beatles songs, ‘Penny Lane’. If I say so myself, the poem is in the style of the band (think ‘Ob-La-Di’), but not touching their skill!

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