For many years, the ‘cellists train
To play so well, for little gain.
But cast a thought
For artists, caught
While painting landscapes in the rain!
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Perfect!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
oh so clever! This is perfect! Have a great week Stafford!
ReplyDeleteDelightful! I would imagine many cellists fill gaps in their income with teaching gigs, yes?
ReplyDeleteQ: What is the difference between a frog and a 'cellist waiting in the rain at a bus stop?
DeleteA: The frog is probably going to a gig!
😊☔️! Ooooh squish!
DeleteSuccinct - and you didn't forget the bloke to the left...! So Staffordy! Magic!
ReplyDeleteGood poem, Stafford :) You'd think they would've combined forces and found a cafe and coffee.
ReplyDeleteLovely limerick, pal.
ReplyDeletehahahaha very good Stafford - I feel sorry for both of them :)
ReplyDeleteLove your poem Stafford :-)
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