The Wager

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

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