Grandma's poetry

Here is a little ditty I wrote in my poetry class years ago.  It was written for your mothers, but it can still apply today.

                           Practice, Practice, Practice

Every day it’s A, G, D,

One and two and Do, Re, Mi.

All Good Boys, FACE.

Practice, practice, practice.

Sharps and flats and chords to play,

Major C and Minor A,

Quarter notes and al Fine.

Practice, practice, practice.

Programs, concerts, dress rehearsal.

Up the scale and then reversal.

Thirty minutes, no commercial.

Practice, practice, practice.

Connie Hall

1981