Sitting pen in hand
Jotting details down with glee
As the duchess of Kirkcaldy
And the sugar plumb fairy
Daintily sip their tea
What would Tchaikovsky say if he could see?
Lennon smiling writing
In a style so liberal
And free?

No constraints of a Czar
His thought less leashed
Working with George, Paul and Ringo
Their music spread akimbo
The masses thought they breached

Songs uncluttered simple
Even out of key
Necessitate no travesty
To be caught in its net
With limpet like grip
Melodies uneasy, hard to forget
Different from classical majesty

I love both well
New and old the fantasy unfolds
They glitter and are gold
So I'll listen and wish I could be
A Lennon or Tchaikovsky