“With what attentive courtesy he bent

Over his instrument”

He tweaked - he turned

He ached - he burned,

As his G string suddenly went.

No matter how badly annoyed,

He still thought enough to avoid,

He covered his eyes

As his steel hit the sky,

And with that his string was destroyed.

He thought it had seemed alright,

Didn’t think he had wound it too tight,

But alas he thought wrong

And ended his song,

As it snapped into two and took flight.

He continued to sit there and stare,

With a crippling sense of despair,

His hand twitched and shook

His face held a look that said,

“God, why is life so unfair?”

He continued to stare there and sit,

Suppressing a hideous fit,

He calmed himself down

And then through his frown,

He let out a quiet “Ah sh--.”