The Clunk, Clunk, Clunk Of The Skunk, Skunk, Skunk! Poem by Denis Martindale

I can visualise a large skunk learning to play the piano.
Hey, this thing has got the black and white sticks side by side.
So smooth and shiny.

He leans across to touch the black keys,
and yet he touches the white keys in front.
Suddenly, the sounds that the musical notes play
make the skunk too scared to move.

Soon enough, he realises that this black and white thing
makes different sounds that he likes to hear.
So, he begins to play three notes
until he knows them well enough to try others.
Then another three, then another.

A few fascinating hours later,
and that skunk is totally into it.
Yeah, baby, yeah!
He's learning to play one octave at a time!

The rest is history!


Denis Martindale.2nd July 2025.