the ruby-red-grapefruit-hot-pink flute recorder
My lack of practice, advertised
Through this poor butchered tune,
Has stabbed their ears and labeled me
A musical buffoon.
But though this first attempt of mine
Has truly been my worst,
The sad result—so unsublime!—
Can soon be un-rehearsed.
And so when practice comes to mind,
I’ll rush toward, not from it,
Rebuilding skill through such sweet song
That folks will want to hum it.
July 7, 2008