Gracelessly he trundles around
That poor ukulele,
Claws at the strings,
And sings “raaaa raaaa…”

It sits in his lap so awkwardly,
So perfectly.

In the stuttering resonance
Of these chopped, splintered notes
Plays a divine song:
Creation. Expression. Potential.

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An embrace quickly becomes
Joyful mayhem,
Love and struggle,
Brother and sister,
Unfettered laughter.

Thus the universe
Keeps twisting, twirling;
The arms of two nutty children
At the center
Of countless galaxies.