gennie mcsweeney

i dedicate this to the several hilarious open letters i just read.

an open letter to the middle g key on my piano:

dear g key,

i cannot even begin to tell you of the agony you have caused me these last few weeks. perhaps you cannot see the great importance you hold, as you assume you are just one small key in the midst of 87 others. but you are not, my dear key, unimportant. in fact, you are quite pivotal to any musical production that takes place on my piano. you are middle g.

what has caused you this unfortunate fate? why must you play but only once or twice after being struck and then resort to a tiresome mission of soundless vertical motioning? why must you rebel, when all others comply?

i have tried endlessly to get you to behave in the manor you should. i have pryed, with my two-toned flat head screw driver, between you and your F and A neighbors, hoping you will eventually cease this persisting sticking. yet you fail to comply despite my greatest efforts.

what are you hiding down there? is it peanut butter? the moldy remains of some liquid from years ago? or is it just the accumulated dust from years of neglect while in our old garage? take heart, g key! know your worth, your value! you are immensely vital to the musical delights of my hand!

i hope that one day you will come to your senses and unstick yourself.

sincerely,

gennie davis

posted by *g* @ 7:21 PM