Grands of Glockenspiel
GRANDS OF GLOCKENSPIEL
O beloved grands of glockenspiel,
a mallet never gave such pleasure,
as when those filled with innocence
expound a bell-like sound, the ring of laughter
caught between the door and walls.
A magical metallophone of minds,
curious with over the rainbow octaves,
living in a harmonious fantasy, of which
g-rents are glad to occupy,
though less spry then when 29.
O beloved children of glockenspiel,
you are a treasure of keys,
at first rehearsed of xylophone, but
then you rise on knees and toes,
with roses of sweet overtures.
3/9/2020
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