The Old Guitarist

Where does it start? Where does it end?

I been at it for hours, so much time I didn’t want to spend.

But I have to finish this song it’s essential.

Its for the king and his court. They say I have potential.

A good ending is all I need.

To get my fill of mead.

For this song is to be sung at the royal meal.

One more good rhyme and I’ll seal the deal.

I wish I could think for my head is aching.

The break is for the taking.

But I will never get done if I do that.

All this work is really quite flat.

If I only had one ale

Then I would bale.

I don’t think I will ever finish the song in time.

Would skipping town be such a crime?

I think that’s what I’ll do.

Who needs the king? He hasn’t a clue.

That’s just what I thought. And just what I did.

I skipped the meal to head for Madrid.

As for the king I do not know.

If he greatly missed his song I was to bestow.

I shall never know nor never hear.

In my following year filled with light beer.