BY ACCIDENT

The story which I here present,

Occurred today by accident;

Along with Nate, a boy I date 

We both spied by accident

A flute, which my Uncle Brent,

Left outside by accident.

Nate blew into the hollow instrument,

Emitting a sound by accident,

“Well, Goll-ly, with just one toot,

How beautifully I played the flute!”

The only moral I can present is:

“A fool, in spite of nature’s bent,

May shine for once, by accident.”

Beverly Stock is an American poet whose work has been published by The Society of Classical Poetry, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, and Lighten Up Online, in the UK.