Penelope Played Piano © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Penelope played piano, each afternoon,
Sadly, her piano, was quite out of tune.
Scales rented the air, a banshee screech,
Arpeggios howled, like gulls on the beach.

She practised for hours, disturbing the peace,
She was warned several times, by the local police.
Penelope played on, good sense forsaking,
oblivious to the mayhem and noise she was making.

She played three sonatas, a fugue and a dirge,
and was soundly proclaimed the neighbourhood scourge.
She played through the evening, though her fingers were sore,
at dusk, she would bow and play an encore.

Her right hand played bass, her left, treble clef,
Penelope played on, cheerfully tone deaf...!