He sat down at his drum kit one day,
And knew exactly what he wanted to play,
A beat that would make heads turn,
And hearts race, with a sound so firm.
He started with a simple tap,
And soon the rhythm began to wrap,
Around his mind, his soul, his heart,
And from that moment, he knew he was smart.
For drumming was something he did with ease,
And when he played, he made it look like a breeze,
A professional, with every strike,
He played with such ease, he made it look like a delight.
His movements were fluid, his eyes intense,
As he played the beat with such confidence,
The crowd was in awe of his skill,
And he played with such focus, they couldn't help but feel.
That this was something special, something grand,
A true master of the drumming band,
And as the beat continued to pound,
He knew that his drumming skills had been crowned.
For when he played, it was with such ease,
A natural talent, he had it to please,
And as the rhythm flowed from his heart,
He knew he was a drummer, set apart.
So he played on, with every strike,
Making it look like a thing of delight,
And the crowd, they watched, amazed and in awe,
For he was a drummer, with no flaw.
