16     The Cello and I

 

I played the cello for a summer

I lugged it all around

Taking lessons from an expert

I was lucky to have found

 

Soon I noticed I was rotten

I didn’t practice very far

Instead I bought a ticket

To see virtuoso YoYo Ma

 

I felt bad for my instructor

She really cared a lot

And wanted all her students

To become talents on the spot

 

The cello left undaunted

Back to the rental shop it went

Now I listen to the masters play

Precious time well spent