Broke up with the guitar
Yeah, consummated
As predicted in my previous poem
Unconsummated Guitar *
But he’s not my type
Begged ukulele to take me back
He did,  so I upgraded him today
Must admit I fell in love with a banjolele
Played it but hey, only temporary madness
Somehow couldn’t imagine playing, well, Lennon’s Imagine
On a banjolele
Okay, I do have four ukuleles hanging on my wall
But I dragged one on the train for two days
And gave it to my granddaughter
Hoping someday she will play
Hoping she’s not like her grandma: flirty, flighty
Hoping she falls in love with the ukulele and never leaves him
Me? I went through terrible withdrawal this week
After giving mine away I was unable to play
For three days
Just HAD to buy this one
But I promise I won’t stray
It’s a ukulele all the way
And I won’t buy anymore
I’m happy
Right ?

*LINK FOR PREVIOUS POEM (UNCONSUMMATED GUITAR)  https://poeturja.wordpress.com/2016/07/09/unconsummated-guitar/

*LINK FOR THE THIRD POEM (WORTHLESS HEART)   https://poeturja.wordpress.com/2016/09/11/my-worthless-heart/

(c) 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: my new and improved ukulele



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