You brought your Casio to Coreys again <br />The first time <br />Since I escaped your net <br />Or rather the net that is you <br />It's most likely you had no design <br />To trap, to ensnare <br /> <br />You selected 'Stand by Me' <br />From your sheet music <br />And little by little <br />I took the plunge <br />And eased myself back <br />Into collaboration <br /> <br />Singing 'Darling, darling <br />Stand <br />By me <br />O stand' <br />With all the innocence I could muster <br /> <br />Harmoniously joining my energies with yours <br />Singing to your accompaniment <br />Playing chords on guitar <br />To your keyboard <br />Playing guitar <br />While you sang. <br /> <br />'That was fun, ' you exclaimed <br />And it was.<br /><br />Peter Elliott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-casio-at-coreys/
