My fingers are blistered,My left wrist is sore
Oh, you six-stringed torment,
I can't take you no more.
I had visions of jamming
With Keith, Josh, and Dave,
But my finnicky fingers
Would never behave.
When my final is over
At the end of today
Oh, what joy it'll give me
To put you away.
There's just one thing I ask you
Before we part ways --
Please don't do any damage
To my GPA!
2 comments:
Oh, come on, stick it out. It's fun once you get the callouses built up! :)
I CAN take you no more
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