Pears: My Pets....[ Pears; Pets; Piano; Music; Very Short ] - Poem by Bri Edwards
I've a pair of purplish-pink pears.They are my pets,
and my mate, upon piano, my dear pears, she sets.
As these fruits look fondly at my outstretched hands,
music bursts forth as on white keys each finger lands.
And let's not forget the black keys, as music swells,
accompanied by my mate's ringing...brass hand bells.
In my mind I hear my pair of pears as they sing along,
a pitch-perfect pair joining me & mate in joyous song.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
And the pears make good pets: they eat nothing, don't poop on floor, and require no grooming.also they are VERY quiet.
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