“abandoned”
There once was a lonely abandonee,
Who sat on grass under a willow tree,
Left all alone, feeling so forlorn,
With a broken heart and a sleeve all torn.
To pass the time while the hours flew,
He took to the arts and music, too—
He hired a troupe of a small degree,
And strapped securely a band on knee.
The drummer was drumming a steady beat,
Right on his shin, near his tired feet.
The trumpet blew notes near his knee-cap’s bend,
As the sax played jazz to the very end.
"I may be abandoned," he said with a grin,
"Left out in the cold by my kith and kin,
But no one can say that I lack for glee—
I'm an abandonee with a band on knee!"
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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A lovely message in this poem my friend. One only depends on oneself for company and joy. Don't march to the step of the troops but to one's own tune and one will never be lonely or sad. Nicely done
Thanks so much Soren 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊️
You are very welcome Cryptic
good write my friend, lovely piece
Thanks so much Norman 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
Good writeeeeee A.
Thank youuuuuuu Oooooo
We're using those 'u's that Americans don't - color, humor, etc.
Hello, arqios,
Did you publish this poem just a few days ago? It matters not for a lovely poem it is. 'Music is the breath of life' according to the bard and this poem proves it. Joyous.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Might’ve. Most probably so! Been a bit disorganised lately 🤣🫠🙏🏻🕊️
LOL! Rik, I'm just wondering what happens when the band goes on tour. Does he need orthopedic clearance, or will a good pair of compression socks suffice? Either way, I'm buying tickets! 😂🎷🥁
The show must go on!
Enjoyed the verse 👍
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