Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Ode to Babette

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.

2 comments:

  1. buh bye
    okay
    buh bye now
    buh bye
    -a

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  2. 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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