P     I   A                               N                                                                   O

the graceful letter P am I. And you should have No questions as to my gentle character, but Oh!

How I have longed to be more than a breath of air forced from puckered lips;

Loved for my graceful shape, rather than reviled

For the spittle I have speckled on the back of many poor, unsuspecting necks…

I have been misused! Stuck in to words in the most preposterous places!

But in some, chosen with care, I am in perfect, peaceful harmony.

One of my favorite places to be is holding up the edge

Of the sympathetic and patient Piano

~ Especial the Grands – already poised in my pleasing and shapely image.

 

You might think I’m a bit pompous, and perhaps I am,

But I know my proper place,

And take on an appropriately unpresuming post

When I am brought to someone’s lips or pen tip

In the romance of the word ‘Piano.’

Ah! What joy pulses through my portly body

As I reminisce about her supreme purity,

The adorable plumpness of her, my dear panda-colored piano…

 

My simple and pedestrian nature, compared to the

Supreme compassion and pull of my tempting partner

Her pedicured pedals made of perforated metal

The pens scratching out compositions to her captivating presence.

Oh! I cannot compare!

 

I am hypnotized by her receptive and perceptive disposition

I am but the peduncle upon which the pleasant piano can perch…

I am but the peel, from which her precious pearl charisma can appear…

 

As I wrap up, and prepare to complete this compilation of words

I penitently proffer my apology for all my skipping and flipping about,

I assure you, it wasn’t for pretentious display out of pride

But more precisely, in order to persuade you to

Realize my importance, balanced

With my appropriately peaceable and prudent disposition.