Charlie Byrd’s Piano Blues

Written for: The Sunday Muse #254

This is becoming
quite boring.  I could 
be out eating worms.
Learned chopsticks
which should have
sufficed.  But no,
they insisted on
that classic, 
Für Elise, 
and I’m just not 
feeling it.  Not my fault 
that they cannot fly 
nor is it my fault 
that I cannot play?


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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18 Responses to Charlie Byrd’s Piano Blues

  1. Jim says:

    Quid pro quo isn’t it. O that pets could talk better.


  2. Sherry Marr says:

    I can see the predicament. Smiles. Good one, Sara.


  3. Rob Kistner says:

    …but once Charlie “Bird” Parker took up the sax — he played his tail feathers off! 😉. I liked this Sara, very cooool… 🙂🐰🐣👍🏼🕊✌🏼🫶🏼


  4. Mike Bayles says:

    I like this, Sara.


  5. This took me back to my childhood and suffering those boring piano lessons when I’d rather have been outside having fun! Nice one.


  6. Helen says:

    Any time music / musicians are included in a piece of poetry ~~~ I perk up! Well done.


  7. Carrie V. H. says:

    Clever and such fun! Love this poem Sara! Wishing you a wonderful week my friend!


  8. Rall says:

    Ha….fur elise is not for every owl !


  9. Susi Bocks says:

    That last sentence gives me a lot to ponder. Lovely, Sara!


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