It's someone's wedding;

I'm enjoying myself,

eating lunch and chatting.

Suddenly, five men march in

Dressed in neat black suits

Lined with gold

Matching sombreros on their heads.

They each carry an instrument –

One held a trumpet

One a guitar;

And another guitar, a bigger one;

A violin;

The last man had none.

I wait eagerly, expectantly

For the music to begin

As they introduce themselves

To their audience.

Then a melody flows out

Spreading all over the room;

Instruments play

And the men sing strongly;

A melody that makes me

Want to dance and sing along

Although I don't know

the words;

So I must leave the singing to them.

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• Date written: June 4, 2016 • Word Count: 112 • Line Count: 26 • Stanza Count: 5 •