Sonny McCrooner by Ruth Marshall

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Sonny Mc-Crooner   Sonny lived here all his day's 40 plus in misted haze. A dead ringer for the Rod A voice of solid soul   In Blackpool he did once win A place within the legends thing He saw his name up there in lights And audiences with delights   His dear mum he could not leave With out him she would surely greet Back to a life of singing for the slobs And people with their low paid jobs   Working hard for a second chance In pubs and clubs in leather pants! His hair was pruned and nicely done His mum, he was her only son   She says there's stardom in his name For him she wanted 5 * fame   Opportunities they knocked twice The hecklers they all turned to mice In arenas, and studios now he plays And in the juke box they must pay.   The locals now say "He's the man" And speak of him in golden slang........... .......Sonny is a livin' dream His mother now a 5 * keen.   Ruth Marshall. Larkhall

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Ruth, what does 5* keen mean?

Hope you don't mind but I've split the poem into 4 line chunks.   I think it makes it easier to read.   As always though, I'll change it back if you want.

I felt the imagery in your untitled poem was much stronger and more evocative.

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