Mete Your Measure

Today’s prompt was to write a measured poem – either using the word measure, the idea of measure or using a certain measure (or meter) to your poem.

I went the way of all good musicians and wrote puns. I ask your forgiveness in advance, but it was way too fun not to do it. ^_^

Mete your Measure

I’ve been in and out of
treble
since I was a
minor.

Too much sax and violins,
no doubt.

Let me take a minuet
to explain my
tone.

I’m a musician
and a music
appreciator;
I’m no lyre,
and I try not to
say anything off-key.
I really don’t want to
repeat
myself…
but here goes.

I will make my pitch
with no trumpeting of intentions or
snares to entangle.

I just believe,
with all my harp,
the importance of working
in concert,
and if anything
cymbalizes
my need to be vocal,
it is the fact that I always try
to reach a high note,
guitar act together,
and stay in tune
with what is going on.

Maybe I should just
give this a rest,
if you can’t Handel it, that is.
But then again,
if it ain’t baroque,
don’t fifth it.

 

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