a message for a young enthusiastic prodigy in the neighbourhood. . . . .
Dear drummer of the mount , we hope you’ll hear our plea,
“It’s started”, we think, as to work , we take our seats,
When everyday you pick your sticks ,and your drums you start to beat!
Your rhythm, let’s be honest, although not so divine,
practice we hope in time, will help to make it fine,
beating the barrels for endless hours at a time,
we pray should give you chops, that will eventually be kind.
Dear drummer we appreciate , your sense of dedication,
But once in a way maybe you could indulge in a permutation,
For it never really hurt, to have a variation,
maybe sometime you can throw in a metric modulation?
Music they say is a healer for the soul,
But the notes from this ghost, are leaving us for cold,
Please dear drummer spare a thought for the old,
We do tire of hearing the battering so bold.
We do wish you the best, and hope you stand loud in every single test,
And eventually pocket a grammy , when you are one of the best,
But until then dear drummer, could you sound proof your room,
So when you beat another, we need not hear the boom,
Let’s restore the peace and quiet, for most and many,
In our queen of the suburbs, good old Mount Mary!!