This was originally posted a year ago, but I thought it deserved another airing. 😉
I hope you find it uplifting.
At the Piano, he banged the keys
The audience fell to their knees
It was an Overture most grand
The most bravado piano playing
In all the land.
But something wasn’t quite
The way it should have been, that night.
For while the audience enjoyed the fuss
There was something quite incongruous.
The scene was electric, that’s all right,
But it was quite an awesome sight,
For while they wore scarves and hats,
They were all a bunch of alley cats,
And while it can be said, quite true
That alley cats like music too,
They don’t often like an overture,
There’s something else they much prefer,
Something Jazzy, Sassy, lots of beat,
Something to which they can move their feet.
But this lot sat and watched chief Pussy,
Playing Mendelsohn and then Debussy.
It all seemed like a glorious joke,
Then all of a sudden, I awoke
To the sound of my own cat’s scream,
It had all been a rather silly dream!
As if any cat would listen, acute!
They hate the piano, they prefer the flute.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/December/2018