<HTML> <BLOCKQUOTE TYPE=CITE style="BORDER-LEFT: #0000ff 2px solid; MARGIN= -LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px"> I knew it would come down to this.  Okay, for those who never had a= poetry class, didn't pay attention if you did, or are just clouded by my wa= rped sense of logic, here is the translation: </BLOCKQUOTE> But he who never asks questions never learns anything. &nbsp= ;Thanks for the translation.  It's all perfectly clear now.  Stay = tuned for Haiku describing the joys and pains of regulation.... Dave B<BLOCKQUOTE TYPE=CITE style="BORDER-LEFT: #0000ff 2p= x solid; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px">etsyā€= ™s Cry By Rob Goodale, RPT "Betsy Ross" is arguably among those on the top ten worst pi= ano list. She cries for an echo, a ghost. Historyā€™s crude humor, the final insult.<F= ONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=3 FAMILY="SANSSERIF" FACE="Arial" LANG="= 0"> Meaning a piano with a historic reference would be expected = to be much more.  Instead it is a wannabe, a "ghost" of the real thing.= Fleece the fair passed by, Weak from the head, soft but without purpose.<FONT= COLOR="#000000" SIZE=3 FAMILY="SANSSERIF" FACE="Arial" LANG="0">= Fleece = felt.  Those who have ever been to a state f= air know that livestock is judged for quality and awards are given.  Th= e quality of the felt is so poor that the sheep from which it came would hav= e never placed.  The hammers also lack tension and are too soft for any= reasonable tone quality. Should have been the box from which she came. The most critical was not rejected, begs for more. The quality of the materials, i.e. wood used in the case construction, a= ction, and so on would have been more useful in building a piano shipping cr= ate rather than the piano itself. Newtonā€™s dream, gravity without weight. Her input loose, compromises to the side. Newton, as in "Sir Isaac".  The keys have no weights and are uneven= .  "Input" = keys.  Poor quality felt was used and with no key b= uttons, thus much wobble. Not of wood, an unnatural element. Broken and crumbled, her children now silent. Broken plastic elbows.  The "children" i.e. "notes" are no longer a= ble to play. Slips away, her voice lost to friction and time.<F= ONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=2 FAMILY="SANSSERIF" FACE="Arial" LANG="= 0"> The steel now stolen, the gift lost. Loose tuning pins, the "steel", (strings), no longer maintai= n pitch. The savior is called and discriminates. Hours go by, she remains silent but hopeful.<= /B> The pianotech arrives!  He begins his work... good luck! Moment of truth, will she breath? She coughs and sighs, tired eyes open. At last the piano will play again though it still remains a = lousy excuse of a piano. Exhausted and regret, the servant collects.</= B> The apprentice now sits and begins self torture.<F= ONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=3 FAMILY="SANSSERIF" FACE="Arial" LANG="= 0"> The poor piano tech now tired from working on this PSO, coll= ects his bill.  Then the misguided kid sits at the piano to practice on= this "thing". Think in metaphor boys and girls, think in metaphor!</FON= T> </BLOCKQUOTE> </HTML>