Mommy, Daddy?

Please lend your ear. 

I’d like to play 

An instrument.



Perhaps the cello,

With notes so low,

But a sound so sweet.



Maybe the piano

With its lustrous white keys. 

But I do like the flute, 

And its swift-like sound. 



Yet a small, measly harmonica

Is what you bring to me. 

What can I play with this thing?

It’s the size of a candy bar. 



It’s not even polished, 

How shall I play a score?

When I said I wanted an instrument,

“anything but a harmonica” 

Was what I meant. 



No one cares for that rustic noise,

Only those peasants on the street.

I want a beautiful melody, 

A rich, powerful sound, 

One that will awe all who listens!



Stop it you metal brick;

Just break in half instead! 

Don’t stare at me with 

Golden reflection,

And silver glint in your eye.



I wish not to play you, dear. 

I’d rather blow a horn.



But you do look a little,

Fascinating.

And your eyes do have a shine.

Perhaps I’ll take a shot with you, 

To see if I want you as mine.