At ten years I was made to attend
A cultural affair
A new dress was bought
And for underneath
A nice stiff petticoat
The hall was small
Each sound rebounded
The coughs and squirms
Were fiercely noted
By the maestro
Deathly silence, strict demeanor demanded
And then
The dreadful petticoat kicked in
It itched and scratched
A thousand demons woven in
Its nylon skin
My parents\' glare
At each twitch and itch
Sent me a dare
Don\'t move if you care
For life as you know it
Two dreadful hours I survived
Immobile and it left me traumatized
A full blown case of PTSD
Now forever haunted me
Segovia and I had made a pact
To hear him only on a CD track