a band on knee Poem, by crypticbard, at My poetic side

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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