Remembering Robin Gibb Haiku

Talented Aussie
Oh, you thought he was a Brit
Wasn't he that too?

Destined for stardom
Red sun-dots on the dance floor
Disco is my drug


Of choice. I can't dance
for s*t but your songs move me
Thirty years later

Chestnuts, flowing creek
(Barry has one hot stud-stache)
Light's gone on the plain

No reason to go
Suffering catches us all
You live on, legend

Great Bird with long teeth
I shouldn't quit my day job.
Miss you forever!