Rejoice, Ye Lovers of Music (poem)

Martin Kloess
A fiddle
A riddle
With me in the middle
To figure this all out

The fiddle
Won't twiddle
Not even a little
That's why you scream and shout

Such piddle
This riddle
Soon new one you'll whittle
Of this I have no doubt

Make spittle
Of piddle
The thing became vittle
Now music lovers spout

Published by Martin Kloess

My plans were to become a music teacher. I got my BA degree at San Francisco State College. I somehow found myself working for an oil company. They sent me to the San Francisco Academy of Arts to learn graph...  View profile