Lute And Lyre Poem by Ima Ryma

Once upon a time they did meet,
Two stringed instrumentals who do
Some dialogue after their greet.
One asked the other, 'What are you? '
'I am a lute, ' other replied,
'Lots of strings with a neck is me.'
One looked at other and just sighed,
'More like a harp you look to be.'
Annoyed at this, other became,
And told one in a tone quite sharp
Other would never make such claim,
'You're the one who looks like a harp.'

'You think whatever you desire, '
'But don't say out loud I'm a lyre.'