Dear Piano Teacher

tick tock tick tock

just hearing your metronome

made me anxious beyond belief

tick tock tick tock

ABCDEFG ABCDEFG

practicing scales on a Sunday afternoon

was equivalent to torture

ABCDEFG ABCDEFG

tick tock tick tock

i would hide in your bathroom for twenty minutes

to escape sitting with you

tick tock tick tock

ABCDEFG ABCDEFG

your apartment smelled like old lady

and your breath smelled like old socks

ABCDEFG ABCDEFG

tick tock tick tock

to this day i can't play a note

and i wouldn't want too, anyway

tick tock tick tock

 

ABCDEFG ABCDEFG

because when i see pianos

I think of those thirty minutes each week

with you

                    The writing prompt for today from Poetic Asides was to write about a relationship you had with somebody from your past.  I guess I needed to let the ten year old oppositional Templeton out today.