Fiddler's Tragedy Poem by Possawat Piankij

Everyone loves me an Irish fiddler
Whose artist name is called Toddler
Beautiful notes are drawn from my strings-
Much better than when Orbison sings

I soothe every man with notes of glee;
Notes sounding more melodious
Than the waves of a lazy sea

Practice I do hard everyday;
And, my audience always says,
"Play more! Play more!
Your lovely notes we long for! "

But, that isn't why I practice;
Not to impress the whole audience
But only one- just one -
A pretty girl in her twenties
For whom I fall
Yes, just her; that's all

In the audience
She's with her tall white man;
Hand in hand- how vexing

And here is my evil plan:
I'll play and play my fiddle
To impress, to attract,
To fascinate my Soul of Candy
Worse than that:
To steal her from that bloody man

Ergo I play and play my song
With notes of my eternity of love-
So mellow, gentle,
Sweet and delicious;
Meanwhile shows how jealous I am
To see her lovely fingers
Interlocked with the man's

Yes! Yes! It works!
A graceful smile spreads on
Her perky pinky cheeks
That all angels envy
And that bliss I can see
On that face of grace
My heart thumps with glee
To see my Little Grace
Smiling among the audience

But my joy is suddenly shattered
When she holds her man's hand
More tightly, more affectionately! -
Vexing! Vexing!

Then they hug, they kiss
Following along
The rhythm of MY song
So perfectly all along

- A.J. Miller
14/05/2016