REALLY AWFUL PLINKETTY-PLONK


A plonk got away
From a piano one day,
And drifted with evil intent
Of finding, for play.
And for leading astray.
A plink young and quite in-no-cent.

 

He found a fair plink
And he gave her a wink,
Saying, ‘Come and make music with me!’
She said, ‘Do you think
That we really should link?’
His chord stood out rapturously.

 

He took off her trill,
And it gave her a thrill
As he stuck lower register in;
They played with a will
To the climax, until
The end of the score, marked as ‘Fin’. 

But now they have found
Little notes all abound.
For her melody started to swell;
A chorus of sound
Has unwound all around –

Their tinkles are all doing well.

 

© August 2010 Colonialist (Letterdash/WordPress)

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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4 Responses to REALLY AWFUL PLINKETTY-PLONK

  1. Gobetween says:

    Scary what an escaped plonk can get up to 🙂

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  2. adeeyoyo says:

    Bwahaha, lovely Col. What a gorgeous play on words – you have lifted me up today!

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  3. I do love a good romance with a happy ending.

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