you played my heart strings
with a voice clear and charming
Strings strings rusty strings
Oh you played summer heat
but not now you sound incomplete
Strings, strings political things
I will yes sir with all my heart
And won’t be in it from the start
Strings, strings, sloppy things
This old comfy shirt is tattering
Which is soul shattering
Strings, strings, my strings
Any pretty smile plays me
I’m ready to do as you please
Strings, strings, what tomorrow brings
Maybe more words on an organ
Maybe sleep in and forget again
Strings, strings bodda bing
you make my heart sing
You make my world everything
Strings, strings, endless strings
Caught in a ten minute symphony
Lost in thought what irony
Note: This came from a morning exercise called Object Writing. Learned about the putting this routine in from Miss Tess and she pointed me to ObjectWriting.com I highly recommend the exercise, and if you sign up, Mr. Pattison's name is Pat.