The Keyboard
By Alexander G
The keyboard stands on the kitchen floor,
Waiting for a muso to play him more,
A hero for him, The Keyboard, he is,
Wanted to be played by the muso, he said.
We all like the keyboard’s great tunes,
The highs and the lows all playing as one,
To make a great tune, such as this one,
The song called Greensleeves is my favourite song.
My keyboard likes to change the volume,
To high and then slow again,
He does it so fast it comes out in a blast,
But you can always forgive him again.