This poem made me laugh out loud

Piano Tuner,
Untune Me That Tune

Ogden Nash

I regret that before people can be reformed they have to be
sinners,
And that before you have pianists in the family you have
to have beginners.
When it comes to beginners’ music
I am not enthusic.
When listening to something called “An Evening in My Doll
House,” or “Buzz, Buzz, Said the Bee to the Clover,”
Why I’d like just once to hear it played all the way through,
instead of that hard part near the end over and over.
Have you noticed about little fingers?
When they hit a sour note, they lingers.
and another thing about little fingers, they are always
strawberry-jammed or cranberry-jellied-y,
And “Chopsticks” is their favorite melody,
And if there is one man who I hope his dentist was a
sadist and all his teeth were brittle ones,
It is he who invented “Chopsticks” for the little ones.
My good wishes are less than frugal
For him who started the little ones going boogie-woogal,
But for him who started the little ones picking out
“Chopsticks” on the ivories,
Well I wish him a thousand harems of a thousand wives
apiece, and a thousand little ones by each wife, and each
little one playing “chopsticks” twenty-four hours a day
in all the nurseries of all his harems, or wiveries.