Cello Romance Part IIPublished by GHC • Jun 6th, 2012 • Category: Poetry
by zikzik, age 15
There’s a little mare on my work bench today,
Her limbs sanded and Dremeled away.
What, you think you’ve heard of her before?
Well, you won’t recognize her anymore!
Yes, it’s true, her legs are still spindly and misshaped,
But oh the rest of her elegance on her was draped.
Oh, if you could just see
Her body so elegant, her eyes filled with glee!
Just by the way that once flat face
Is now a Roman shaped nose and sculpted eyes that hold the utmost of grace!
And oh the hair! So much you see!
Big locks of mane that flow like strips of lace,
And a tail that would put a kite to shame.
Big muscles on her body are sanded and smooth.
Remember her neck, not but tin foil and clay?
Is now full and arched in regal grace.
The poor dear is almost done,
But not a lick of color for her to go on.
You see, she must be finished with her sculpting
Before she can become a dapple grey.
I think she’s happier now though, her tears have run their course.
And some other day is now today.
Maybe when you see her next
She’ll have some color to add some flashy effects.