I
have a tale of woe to tell
Of
my piano which I must sell
Oh,
what a tragic sort of tale
Which
tells of my piano for sale
For
it has to go so I was told
Though
I don’t really want it sold
So,
a new owner I must find
Someone
appreciative and kind
Or
to the garage go it must
To
become a gatherer of dust
But
I can’t keep it out of sight
So,
I’ll bid farewell to my upright
Why
must I part with my dear friend?
But
part we must though in the end
Creating
extra space is sort
But
what makes space of such import?
What
makes this move so necessary?
Is
the room changed to a nursery
The
time has come to do the deed
To
write the add for them to read
So
how to frame the perfect add
To
attract the good but not the bad
Piano
for sale, is how I began
Piano
for sale, only used for Chopin
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