Poppa's piano sat in the parlor, bright and shiny,
'twas a small baby grand...
For Halloween a scary ole pumpkin,
Stood next to the spinet on an iron stand.
I ordered a pizza every now and then,
For pop had cravings, like any red blooded man.
As fate would have it, our delivery boy,
Showed up at the house with such youthful joy...
May I play the piano, he said with a grin,
What could it hurt the lad was already in.
Folks, please keep your cash tip,
and simply allow me to take a musical trip.


Live, life, love, lessons

Woops,
Parlor, piano, pizza, pumpkin


Edited by jabber (10/22/08 03:26 PM)