The Passionate Guitarist to his Love

Come sit with me and play a song, 
With heads held high, and voices strong, 
With notes higher and higher still, 
And the room with our rich tone will fill. 
 
There we will sit in each others embrace 
Hands dance swiftly with speed and grace, 
To suddenly make a steep dive, 
And make you squirm, and scream and jive. 
 
There will I pluck and stroke your strings, 
And a thousand notes shall you sing, 
At speeds that have yet been unknown, 
The master of this skill now shown. 
 
“Beatiful” dark and smooth lacquer 
Body could never be blacker, 
And strings of nickel tightly wound, 
To a mahogany neck bound. 
 
A redwood fret board, two foot scale, 
All the shavings I saved in this pail. 
The picture of beauty and grace, 
Standing here with me face to face. 
 
Oh thankful am I you have this one invention, 
As precious as gold, the most usèd convention 
It allows me to make sure you do what you’re told, 
Praise the Lord your volume can now be controlled. 
 
A gift for you to make thee sing, 
A gold, diamond encrusted ring 
Now tell, was it as good for thee, 
As I have found it was for me?  
By Chris Cunningham

by angryguitarfreak on 10 Dec 2005 at 21:12

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