Fellow with the Cello

The most important trip you may take in life is meeting people halfway. Henry Boyle

Hello, I’m a fellow that plays the cello
With my crafty hands when I’m feeling mellow.
Wanting to put people in a mood yellow
Brighter then the colour of my skin negro.


I’m a fellow that likes to play the cello
Even when my hearts been pierced by cupids arrow
So that tomorrow I cannot feel the sorrow
Of losing the gifts bestowed by Apollo-


The son of Zeus that blessed me play the cello
Even at times when my mind was about to blow
And I thought I’d make it not into tomorrow
For I’m a fellow from an age long ago.


For I’m a fellow from an age long ago
That has for many a long year played his cello
Seated by the stream in the forest below
Where many animals have come to say hello.


Like the bird many call the swooping sparrow
Always drops down to peck at my long afro
Whenever it finds me playing the cello
Seated by the stream in the forest below.


One lovely day as I was playing my cello
And enjoying the sweet taste of homemade jello
It flew by to ask if it could perhaps borrow
My cello for a banquet scheduled tomorrow.


I stopped playing my cello
And I swallowed all my jello
Before I looked the bird in the eye and said “NO!
You my friend shall never have my cello”.


© 2019 The Poets Peace

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