Quarreling With Piano Poem by Otis B. Kruah
Quarreling With Piano
We heard the sound of fuss,
That took the land in noise,
Then came the sound of a piano,
To keep the fight from us
This sound then came too worse
Not knowing the actual cause
We heard the pleasant piano
That took the fight from us
We loudly heard the noise
The fight was brought to us
But there's no sound of the piano
And then we joined the fuss
The piano sound is gone,
But we are left alone
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