Fiddlesticks

I bought myself a violin and thought I'd learn to play,
I’d twist my fingers round the bow and try a tune each day,
Yet all I got was grating, like a buffalo in heat,
But I still kept on going, hoping soon I should sound sweet.

My family would disappear, they all found chores to do,
I was too busy practicing to care or take the cue,
I knew one day I'd make them proud when I could play like sin,
Yes, I was happy as a lark with fiddle ’neath my chin.

My neighbor’s fluffy tabby cat would leap across the fence
To hear me play a broken note, I figured he was dense,
He would miaow while my strings squeaked, we were a motley pair,
My hubby brought insecticide for mozzies in the air.

Well it was fun and fiddlesticks until the feline fled,
I put away my fiddle and wrote poetry instead.


Copyright ©  2014 by Visalakshi Viswanathan