The Prodigy
Pretty little munchkin,
precious, precocious.
She knows the notes.
but the music is dashed off;
a mechanical rendition.
I imagine Mozart
with a Tommy gun
that could be dangerous.
Clatter, clatter, clatter,
ratatattat.
The child smiles,
she's adorable!
The world belongs to her.
I hope for god sake,
she will be careful with it.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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