Next! (The Altar Stones)

     The Altar Stones 

Enfrock'd in aqua-color'd robes, 
the Alts ply lyres astride great globes, 
then dance past oscillating strobes 
to tunes of Leopold's. (Or Loeb's.) 
Their gigs end badly -- as did Job's -- 
once Fatha' Fats, on flute, disrobes. 
The EPA's conducting probes: 
affront, do Alts, fans' frontal lobes. 

     (publicity photo to come)

     (to be continued)

Next! or, Shadowing the Stones: an Alphabet (Prologue)

      Prologue 

Which bands, not now renown'd nor known, 
aspire to R&Rdom's throne...? 
Who's next...? Which Keith 'n' Jagger clones 

shall supersede the Rolling Stones...? 

     (to be continued)