If At First

Monojointed fingers, at ten,
stumbling nail over knuckle
over Chopsticks,
keys covered in meaningless letters
barking discordantly with each slip;
my brother's old Casio
treacherous
to my no doubt dormant genius.

After hours
trying to figure out
via Ribena and repetitive strain
on a battered index
the theme tune
to "The Little Mermaid",
I'd usually concede defeat,
press the tempo up
to warpspeed,
push "Demo"
and let the blasted thing
play its batteries to butter.