Hatchet, Peter? <BR>Is that the word you sought? <BR>Ay, that's the word<BR>You would have surely used,<BR>Had you given a second thought.<P>My violin<BR>Beneath my chin<BR>No sooner do my fingers find "in tune"<BR>Then to another note I must move again.<P>How it does wail and howl!<BR>The scritching and scratching<BR>Makes all the cats yowl. <BR>My dumb, clumsy fingers enlessly ply the string,<BR>Yet no brilliant sounds of beauty do my efforts bring.<P>In disgust I set it down; <BR>No time have I to develop such skill<BR>as others do, and have, and will,<BR>My talent is paltry and I know when to quit. . . <P>Which is why I am quitting right here.
Where's my hatchet? ? ? <P> -- EJA<BR>