Sometimes words don’t mean what they say,
In good songs or in the poem of the day,
There’s metaphors and other tricky stuff,
That’s why I often swallow their bluff,
Take their titles for what they seem to be,
So they become funny, at the very least to me.
Stairway to heaven is about architecture,
A staircase to the sky that will never fracture,
Stretching to the clouds and even beyond,
Funded by someone who is really fond
Of great scenery and endless sights,
And way up there, the starriest nights.
Pink Floyd was quite on the same lines,
Building a brick wall, maybe for vines,
One brick at a time is masonry’s foundation,
A bricklayer’s pride in a bad situation
Won’t be reduced to a pile of rubble,
One brick after another: not a bubble.
Pour some sugar on me, on one hand,
Is sung by someone from Candyland.
Someone with a sweet tooth (or more like a fang).
Whose opinion changed like with a bang,
As he realized breathing sugar is not easy,
After you break a sweat, you’ll feel super sleazy,
And at the onset of the second metric ton,
Shoulders get heavy, now don’t they mon?
I know there’s a meaning deeper than these,
But I enjoyed feeling the lexical breeze.