Hard Rock

Once a young couple named Linda and Joe
worked as disc jockeys on the radio.
The station they worked at played oldies rock,
like Beatles, Stones, and “Rock around the Clock.”

Linda manned the controls during the day--
she liked the Beatles, so that’s what she’d play.
Joe, on the other hand, preferred the Stones,
so in the evening he would roll their tones.

After midnight Linda and Joe would hop
between the sheets--and like rabbits--bee-bop.
All this passion eight days a week, non stop,
was fine until they started talking shop.

Each would make their case for their preferred group;
horizontal arguing made Joe droop.
In his frustration Joe would then expound:
“This is like my nineteenth nervous breakdown!”

Linda sighed at the sight of limp command,
so she said, “I just want to hold your hand.”
Joe exclaimed, “I hope you’re on the level:
I have no sympathy for the Devil!”

Now composed, Joe reached for some Astroglide
and before too long he was back inside.
Linda was on top of Joe, thighs spread wide,
and cried out, “I have a ticket to ride!”

Joe then whispered, “I like when you’re above,
and you know, baby, all you need is love.”
He then went on: “I’m starting to swelter,
but baby, take it all, gimme shelter!”

Just then, Linda decided she was through,
and threw Joe a frigid stare in mid-screw.
Joe’s brown sugar shelter was now askew
as Linda declared, “I’m looking through you.”

Joe asked, “Don’t you think we can work it out?”
But Linda got up and went round about.
Joe lamented, “Despite the attraction
I simply can’t get no satisfaction.”

Joe felt as if he were tumbling dice.
Help! Is there something that can break the ice?
They’d come together for another go.
That is the story of Linda and Joe.

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