To Mr Thornton
He claimed I was a young rambuncious lad, very sharp:
He knows how to solve a Rubik's Cube and play the harp!
But did Mr. Thornton know
that I used to be a simple so 'n' so?
Family and friends once said,
"That piano is just way over your head!"
Being the dreamer I took it metaphorically
not realizing they were concerned for my safety.
And just as quick as one would drop a hat,
under half a ton of wood, I became all too flat.
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