I went to the Beer store and what did I see?
Three Padron boxes—just looking at me.
I jumped and yelled, surprised at my luck.
They cost me each fifty cents and a buck.
I took them home and looked at them all,
And pondered what to do with my haul.
One became a four string GCEA
And plays like an oversized ukulele.
Another became a three string GDG
Still working to fix when it buzzes like a bee.
The last sits there alone and forlorn
‘Cause a new sadness makes me mourn
I’d build something new if I could,
But I gotta get more fret wire and I’m almost out of wood.
jan Pili
I felt that.
Oct 30, 2021