My Piano

Once the piano in my house said to me,

“Oh stop making that awful sound by pressing the keys”

The Piano looked irritated but I was sad,

Because I never thought I played the piano this bad

But the piano now wanted to show off his tunes

But I didn’t look impressed,

and that’s why he fumed

I went and told him he played no better than me,

But the piano grew angrier and said he’d run off to sea

But I didn’t want to lose my piano so I told him to wait

And kept him busy by giving him a chalk and a slate

But the piano said he could not wait

And before I could say anything, he ran out the gate.

I ran out after him, telling him to stop

And I managed to stop him as he reached the staircase’s top

I told him we could compose some tunes together

And from then he became my friend for ever and ever