The Axe

There was an unsuccessful Bard
who only knew three chords
So when he'd try to entertain
the crowd would soon get bored

He knew that theoretically
he could play many songs
But when he tried to strum a tune
it always came out wrong

And one day he decided
it was time to face the facts
He'd have to find a steady job
but then he found the axe

And from the time he touched the strings
those chords made perfect sense
His singing got much better, too
which made his songs intense

He played until his fingers bled
and made the maidens weep
Because he'd put the pain he felt
into each melody

He must have wrote a hundred songs
just based on those three chords
And when he learned another three
he wrote a hundred more

He heard tell of a fearsome troll
that terrorized the town
They told him of a treasure, too
and where it could be found

He traveled til he found it's lair
the map they gave him helped
And played such a sad melody
the monster killed itself