Re: Shakespearean Sonnet on The Tuba


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Posted by corrected line on December 06, 2002 at 10:45:05:

In Reply to: Shakespearean Sonnet on The Tuba posted by Marty Neilan on December 06, 2002 at 01:56:06:

Sorry, last line should read:

Of all the women, still she stands above.

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Each day she loves to sit upon my lap.
She tickles as she rubs against my lips.
Her aim is chaste and pure with nare a trap.
We conversate for hours on made-up trips.
Her voice, so deep and pleasing to behold,
Its richness; poignant pleading to my soul.
She glistens with the shine of polished gold.
Such radiance makes my inner being whole.
The warmth of my breath makes her come alive.
She never doubts, but trusts beyond belief.
The songs she sings inspire my inner drive.
Though others may have caused me pain and grief.
Oh yes, the tuba is my truest love;
Of all the women, still she stands above.

© 2002 Martin T. Neilan





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