Baby Grand Poem by Andy Burkhart Andy

Oh, my brand spanking new,
Little Baby Grand piano,
Horizontal model,
You cost me nearly a cool
twenty-five grand
But I want you to know,
My merry little music maker
That you're well-worth every
precious penny
I don't care how money I've
spent
Or that money doesn't grow on
trees,
With a black glossy finish that glistens and shines in the den's
lightning,
You're simply as beautiful as
you can possibly be

Baby Grand, you're well-
worth every copper red cent
The deliverynen at Clark's House of Music really gave you
a top-notch professional
shipment,
Here,
To my house of shiny marble
and granite stones and cool fluorescent white Sylvania light

By the thermostat's reading
I can tell,
It's gonna be another bitter cold
winter's night
So,
I think I'll kill the electric lamps
save a little green on the
energy bill
I'll play my music by Roman
candlelight tonight
Adjust the piano's tone to the
brass needle ticking of the
metronome

Baby Grand,

You're well -worth your heavy wooden weight in crisp, mint
green new bills
And just as music can soothe both the savage beast and the
savage breast,
A little piano play is just the
thing to soothe my ills
Oh. what a thrill it is,
Stroking your keys of ebony
and ivory

Baby Grand,
Once played for the first time,
Your tight virgin stainless steel
strings shall vibrate,
Crystal clear resonate
throughout the halls
With a rich and robust Hearty, full-bodied sound

Baby Grand, . With you by my side, suddenly,
I feel I can take on the whole
world
And with pride,
I say that with you by my side,
I shall be quite the green envy
of all the other modern upscale
musicians living in this small,
Upstate New York town,
For a treasure in you I have
truly found

Baby Grand, I see a beautiful
future in store for us
Together, through any kind
of weather,
We'll compose timeless and
profoundly beautiful musical
limericks and haunting Unchained melodies in the
key of C

Baby Grand,
From now on,
When I'm sitting all alone in the
privacy of my own home,
Right here's where I'll be found,
Laying down the soul-stirring,
soulful and sometimes
mournful sounds of the
American balladeer
I'll be found caressing your dark
and ivory keys
Ever so tenderly
Ever so gently
Ever so playfully
Oh, how I love the sound of
my new Steinway Baby Grand
piano

Copyright 2003 by Andy Duane Burkhart