Feed your mind and body
The Wager
The drum wept because the guitar was mad
She didn’t want to play with him anymore
Accordian liked him, he knew
But accordian’s were quite incongruent to his own
He ignored accordion while pining for violin
One day he saw guitar with human
He knew he lost her
But accordion still was in the streets
So his heart beat for better days
Accordian wouldn’t hug him the way guitar did
But she iexisted
And he needed A
So she could be A
They lived until his death most unhappily.
The Wager