Kenny was a drummer
and he was only four;
that’s why when once you heard him,
you hoped to hear no more.
He had no sense of rhythm,
but thought he sounded good,
and so he played as loudly
as his drum set could.
He crashed and banged each hour,
so happy in his youth,
and cause his mother loved him,
she couldn’t tell him the truth.
He really sounded dreadful,
and she was driven mad,
but thought of a solution
with help from Kenny’s dad.
They bought their boy an easel,
some paper and some paint,
and Kenny took to painting
with simply no complaint.
His drum set was forgotten
and soon it disappeared;
cause while he painted madly,
of drums his memory cleared.
His pictures sure have color
and have a certain style,
and though he is no artist,
they make his parents smile.
These parents learned a lesson,
and what, indeed, they found
is though paint sure is messy,
loud colours have no sound.
The Lonely Meatball 
Until Grandma and Grandpa get him violin lessons.
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A kid can make a violin sound like a cat in great pain. It’s quite a skill.
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Hahahaha. That is very true.
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We once had a downstairs neighbour who bought their three year old a “proper” drum kit!
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Is there such a thing as a proper drum kit for a three year old?
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I wonder if such a drum kit would be legal!
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It shouldn’t be, lol.
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What a dreadful thing for those parents to do! I wonder if they ever regretted it?
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The regreted nothing and were a nuisance for everyone they encountered!
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Why is it that odious people are always fertile?
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Hah! Loved that last line, especially.
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