I met her once,
At fifth grade,
A kind of sleek & slender,
Came along with a band of cousins,
The chord chart, the pick
And the song magazine.

One day, she arrived,
With few jolly fellows,
Who held a sort of celebration.
They frolicked well
On a case of beer,
The old time stories
And some pretty exaggeration.
Then handsome little chap,
My childhood crush,
Held her in style,
Play jovial pieces,
Friendly and fine.

A puff jingled out in the air
Then rested upon me,
A hunting silent wish,
Of strumming her in style,
Like handsome little chap,
So friendly and so fine.

Sunset drew,
Everyone was tired,
At chestnut grove,
They laid her aside,
I advanced my paces,
To where she stayed,
And sneaked her out to play.

I gently pressed
My fingertips,
And helped myself
Through major keys,
At first, I barely heard a sound,
Just a strained resonance I’d poorly done.

Time has it and so with my fervent interest,
Down and up with teasing here and there,
Still I thrived hard
Gone through with the sets of sharps,
And the eager company of flats,
Tried intensely on tuning the six strings,
Cause I heard 'twas a must,
Till I succeeded on strumming.

(To prove my sincere effort,)
I started to play a melody,
It was a three-chord song
From the famous Mr. Freddie,
The blending of chords was a success
From the intro till the last verse.

She became a desired guest at home,
And suddenly a friend,
A fine friend I shared with sibling!
She intimately lives with us now,
Gracing us with music.

Through all seasons, she sticks,
In rainy days or in summer heat,
From birthdays to Christmas carols,
The choir practices and all time hits!
Handsome little chap still sings sometimes,
Though chestnut grove is gone!