Angry Guitar
The angry guitar,
Snapped its string,
So it didn’t have to listen.
So I replaced the thing,
Oh it made such a scene,
Going down with a fight,
You would believe I couldn’t win,
But it ended not so angrily,
And that was it.

My Pic
The pics that I use are unique all around.
They aren’t at work if you hear no sound.
I hold them tight,
To not give them flight.
They can come thick or thin,
It just depends on the mood I’m in.
Some appear to be clear,
Others enjoy to stare.
But whatever my need,
I’ll find one for me indeed.


Richard