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Piano-No-No
In theory I thought you would like to know
That I didn’t practice the piano
I’m a noted rebel
Who is now in treble
For showing my staff to a soprano
The keys are a problem, almost a curse
When I lose mine I can’t go and rehearse
Yet I press the pedal
On the heavy metal
To beat the band, chapter and verse
On a scale from one to tenor, would
You recommend a woodwind or windwood
And why play a wrong chord
When you can cut a cord
Of timbre wood from where it once stood
They said that we were in-de-chorus
Of which we didn’t join since they bore us
That’s me and Melody
And her ‘sis Harmony
Who prefer climbing the range before us
We chime the bridge onto sharp rocks and
Rest on D flats made by god’s own hand
Though avoid the clefs
Both steep and bereft
On that classical crescendo land
Later while talking jazz with Al Legro
He said I should meet alto Lea Gato
And after I meter
That I should seat her
On the bench I refrained using a day ago
They held a concert that had a small glitch
Due to Lea’s false-et-toe that did twitch
We hammered her toe spur
To try and compose her
Yet tempos flared for her being off pitch
I love music but prefer natural things, you see
Like fishing for bass with strings off a bowsprit
I do enjoy rhythm
Mostly with her, not with him
And with a cappella of fellas fish the middle C
Copyright ©
David Fisher
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