This poem falls under the “only a drummer would understand'‘ or “ If you know, you know” category. Thanks, Joel. The drum bug never dies, does it? George
My first true love
was a love at first sight.
Her slim round body
with unmarked skin
was white as snow.
Clothed in solid black
with silver colored trim,
when she spoke
her voice was loud and clear.
My first true love—
a beautiful new snare.