I am not the great John, bold and zany, <br />many-talented, a fun man, brainy, <br />brought up in Liverpool, shot in New York <br />before he had properly finished his work. <br />No, I am Ringo, I bang my drum, <br />Rumpety tum tara-bam-bam boom. <br /> <br />Nor am I Paul, the emotional one, <br />his wives and music never done, <br />went on to Classical after Wings, <br />with Standing Stone and some other fine things. <br />No, I am Ringo and I bang my drum, <br />Rumpety tum tara-bam-bam boom. <br /> <br />Then there 's George who died of cancer, <br />no, I am not that appealing chancer <br />whose wife took a lamp and lamped an intruder <br />and who fell for the Maharashi and Buddha. <br />No, I am Ringo and I bang my drum, <br />Rumpety tum tara-bam-bam boom. <br /> <br />I am not so famous as all the rest <br />though I kept them together with my rhythm and zest. <br />I am wealthy enough and I live pretty well <br />but who the hell am I? Who can tell? <br />Yes, I am Ringo and I bang my drum, <br />Tara-tara-tara-tara rumpety tum.<br /><br />Sally Evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ringo-s-song-beatles/
