Neurotic Poem by Ima Ryma

As a gift I got a guitar.
So I started to learn to play,
Dreaming I'd be a movie star.
But this guitar had a weird way
Of sounding only a sad note
When I would strum on any string.
And through the air this sound would float,
As though it seemed intent to bring
Tense anxiety to my ear,
Behavior I was not up for.
All in all, 'twas too much to hear,
This guitar I could play no more.

This neurotic guitar did be
A little too high strung for me.