They played sweetly all weekend
Ne'er a bum note
The song book fully opened
On each tune I'd dote
Lazy ballads
And raucous rock
Whilst making salads
Or... taking stock(!)
Strings of quality high
But stretched to wild distortion
250 miles gone by
To me, blame I'll apportion
On my return
They'll sing again
Not mortally burn
But play the finest, sweetest refrain
Esra Sloblock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-can-t-tune-these-heart-strings/
