[carol m]

The next Gwyneth Paltrow?
I think there's a hitch
You would have to first show
You could throw a good pitch
But above all, you must grow
A great deal more hair
(it would have to be fair)
If you wanted your aura to glow.

Hello there Aunt Dot
I appreciate a lot
Your kind words of praise
(Can I have a pay raise?)
It was really a fluke
Oh Oh, no I won't spruik....
The obvious rhyme (with fluke)
Or I'll have to do time
In a house of detension
Which is not my intention
(Nor, in a household of dodgy repute)

A bird on my shoulder
Made a comment, not long,
That my playing got bolder
The further along, I had gone.
It just shows how experience
Can give the appearance
Of some skill, but of course they'd be wrong.

I thought that the song
Was an extra bar long
So my last note's not synched
And I'm sure you all blinked
When my last blow came after the end!
Maybe Kenny can fix it
If not, we can skip it
It's a most unfortunate blend.

They say to play harp
Can be quite an art
And you have to be able to bend
If you want to play blue notes
Or win any votes
But quite frankly, my dearest of friends,
I've only tried twice, before in my life
To give it a blow, so it might cause you strife

I hope not, but maybe a laugh?
But the main thing is please
Do not take your best scarf
And give my poor throat the big squeeze.