by | Feb 9, 2015 | Poetry | 0 comments

When I was just a little boy
I had a violin for a toy
There were no strings on the violin
But I used to hold it under my chin
Draw the bow across where the strings should be
And play an imaginary melody

I dreamt that I could be a violin virtuoso
And decided that I would have a go
So I used to practice everyday
But a violin without strings is hard to play
In the end I realised I could not succeed
For a violin without strings is like a lute without a reed

That violin was something I could never play
My hopes of being a virtuoso passed away
At least no one thought our cat was in pain
And the neighbours had no cause to complain


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