Practice At Home Poem by Elena Plotkin

It sounds like an elephant is dying every time I play,
but my music teacher tells me to practice at home anyway.
The neighbors above and below us bang their broomsticks,
but my music teacher tells me to practice at home my Chopsticks.
My dog whines every time I strike a note,
but my music teacher tells me to practice at home with a gloat.
The landlord threatens to have my family evicted,
but my music teacher tells me to practice at home and he'll get convicted.
The ceiling has a crack that's ready to blow every time I do,
but my music teacher tells me to practice at home as I was taught to.
The glass in the windows are so close to shattering,
but my music teacher tells me to practice at home and no chattering.
My Great-Aunt Sophie refuses to stay even a moment longer,
but my music teacher tells me to practice at home until I'm stronger.
Carnegie Hall is calling my father and mother,
but my music teacher tells me to practice at home and not bother.

(c) 2016 Copyright Elena Plotkin