Classily with MisT and ClassyMan

We speak real well with eloquence
We drink my sparkling grape juice
Dressed to the nines, not on the fence
But ironically tightening bolts, loose

I knew assembling furniture
Was a complicated task
So suave the fancy dresses lure
Why not sip juice and skip the flask

The Malm is now together and we have celebrated
Some more though, MisT and ClassyMan could well recall
We found it quite pleasant, some may say elated
At least it’s my perspective, I don’t know about them all

There are never arguments among the classy folk
They merely disagree at their very worst
Even building a bed, the three of us just spoke
We lived through classy night, no one felt they were to burst

A word to wise and classy friends
Always dress well and converse
With elegance, and prepare for classy ends
And you’ll never feel so terse

Violint

Everyone agrees that practicing is key
But more obviously is that you not stray from the key
Dusting off the old chin rest
Remembering your fingers should know the rest
Don’t forget to make sure you’ve now aligned your bridge
Or else it may as well just slip when you’re bowing the bridge
If you don’t take the time to be in tune
Nobody will want to hear your tune
In fourths or fifths how will you tune each string
So all the notes join in a lovely string
You’d better have a sturdy music stand
You never know when they will make you stand
After your grand finale you take a bow
Leaving the stage you now loosen your bow

Ten is the Loneliest Number

With one you can be clear
But tennis you need two
The wall can be quite tough
But I don’t think it knows how to be rough

The wall will never be
Angry or jealously
Slamming the ball towards me
So I must dart or flee

Trading the ball back
And forth throughout the game
You start to realize
Maybe the wall can’t hear your cries

The neutral nature’s force
Gives back what you course
Losing air resistance coarse
Sounding like a message written in Morse

The game might near its end
While thinking to yourself
Why have I been personifying
A wall? For attention I must be vying!

Once I Stepped on a Jellyfish

On the beach you always see
People who think they’re attractive classically
Tans, sunglasses, floral prints, mismatched tops and bottoms.
Super buff but no sunscreen, conversely way too much.
I am not convinced

Another sight you will oft see
Is people burning gracefully
Lying in the warming sun attracting UV rays
They did not reapply every 80 minutes or every 2 hours long
Red as a lobster

The bumbling waves rise gently
Unless a storm’s let free
Laying by the sea, people yelling tidal wave
Oh no run, new England’s wildlife abounds
At least they aren’t jellyfish

Public Fighting (transportation style)

Of course I’m fine
Why wouldn’t I be?
Its not like I’m early enough
To cry painfully

The exam is no big
Deal I just need a D
So why is the train
Trying to mess with me?

New info just saved
Me from a breakdown
This train is express
Still late, but causing less of a frown