When my beau resolved to part with Babette,
I was the one to fluster and fret.
She was his first - the first bass he owned,
Over 17 years, their fellowship had grown.
Her chest-thumping rifts caused many hands to raise,
With him, her sole purpose was devoted to Praise.
How could he release her bright crimson torso,
To a complete stranger for a coupla Benjies,...o.b.o.?
(Bridge)
She headlined as "Hohner B2A Headless Bass" on Craigslist,
His narrative for her specs I found quite impressive:
Solid American maple body; smooth 24-fret rosewood fingerboard over maple neck; Steinberger licensed hardware; 2 Select pickups designed by EMG; Active Bass Boost switch; soft case included.
Mr. Short Red Beard who took her away,
Look after her well, we may meet again some day
On a another stage, in a more secular venue,
Until then, sweet Babette, we will certainly miss you.
Salutations!
Welcome and thank you for visiting. Feel free to share your thoughts by leaving a note. Please be kind and respectful. I bruise easily.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
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2 comments:
buh bye
okay
buh bye now
buh bye
-a
how sad! due to this lovely poem, i am now sad too for Babette and the Lees. why did she have to go, btw?
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