Now we have six strings

a cautionary tale for all you fellow chordies

There was a guitarist who I knew
he had so many things he wanted to do
that whenever he thought it was time to begin
he couldn't because of the state he was in

he would sit in a chair and pull up his guitar
and resolve to play chords especially G barre
and thinking of this he remembered a thing
to practice and that was a run played on one string

then inspired by that thought he would focus on shred
that would take time to "get round his head"
but he decided he couldn't as he needed a rythm
so decided to work on a tune you could hum

he knew what he ought to begin with and that
was a blues shuffle played in E flat
he was playing the blues and it made him most keen
to check on the lesson in Guitar Magazine

but what a relief and with a massive hourray
he found a transcription of his favorite reggae
he thought as he started "oh dear and oh dear"
I better fix or replace at least some of my gear

so in the end he did nothing - but rather   
sat on the sofa drinking his lager
and i think it was dreadful the way he behaved
he did nothing but drink cans of beer Im' afraid..

thank you to A.A Milne  whose poem "the Old Sailor" appears in "Now we are Six (1927)"