This week’s Friday Five asks us to use these five words in a poem or story: mustard, piano, elastic, moat, and notorious. As you can see, it set me off in a rather silly direction:
The Eccentric Pianist
By Madeleine Begun Kane
The notoriously eccentric pianist
Played electric stride piano
With an elastic reach worthy of Fats Waller
While perched on the deck of his moat-surrounded castle,
Then dined on a meal of mustard sandwiches.
For a post and limerick about a real (and not-nearly-so-eccentric) stride pianist, check out my Ode To Judy Carmichael.
(You can find more of my music humor here.)
