Strings

Strings, strings, bodda bing

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

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs 

 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.