Events piled on, she had no rest,
her mood was dark and surly.
Her wardrobe couldn’t stand the swirl,
her hair was burnt and frazzled.
She sat down at the piano
to lose herself in Bach.
But keys all stuck together
and notes were out of tune.
But worse, the wires all snapped and sproinged,
her piano was a goner.
The wiggling wires inspired her
to make herself stand out.
The wires held hair and clothes in place.
She’s fresh for all the parties.
published in Sonnets to Sing
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