There was a friend upon whom once Nature played her joke



She gave him width instead of height

And hands too large for chivalry

A strength of body quite too great

To satisfy a soul that craved aesthetic light



She must have smiled when in that frame

Was placed a heart so delicate

That it would vibrate melody

Until her artifice produced wild rhapsody



With eyes that sought insatiably

The harmonies of life he found

But discord and a dark despair

And so the jest so well concieved turned tragedy



The spirit tired and sought release