Why I Don’t Write Poetry

Ode to the Banjo – A Sonnet

Wafting o’er Appalachian hills so low,
The sound of angels fills my life with joy;
I hear the twang of a five-string banjo,
And all my angst and sorrows are destroyed;

Gabriel breaks down the foggy mountains,
Whilst Michael sits alone on Rocky Top;
Cherubs join in chorus so clear and plain,
Voices smoother than pure maple syrup;

The twang itself IS heaven brought to earth,
Bringing me more joy than my wife’s implants;
The good Lord himself becomes full of mirth,
Musical duels are my deliverance;

So rejoice in the noise which I hold so dear,
And remember – Y’all come back now, you hear!

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