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

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

PS I love you. Real love.