Monday, October 1, 2012

Chopin and I

Last evening, instead of bombinating,
I chit-chatted with my piano
Over a Sonata
I rendered with a strand of hair

Exceedingly delicious
Said a Liszty fly to me
Though your finale for the piano concerto is a bit extended
Write littler, edit morer

I got excoriated
When I was told to compose a Nocturne
For Chopin buried in a grave
Between Bellini and Cherubini

I stopped playing
For the first time in 378 years
And played the C minor no.21

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