Here is Reed's rhyme poem.
The Musician's Hitch
The Musician’s first exhibition,
Had quite a beautiful rendition,
His music was rich,
He was quite on pitch,
And he got lot’s of applause at intermission,
Next came the encore addition,
With good musicians it was tradition,
His back itched,
and suddenly it twitched,
and the musician suddenly slipped!
He was sent out of commission,
and the crowd went into inquisition,
The musician’s back was stitched,
And he was into a hitch,
In dreadful imposition,
The musician had malnutrition,
Gone went his musical mission,
but though in a ditch,
back bent like a witch,
He was not going into demolition,
He started on a new composition,
And he entered a musical competition,
And suddenly he had switched,
his life had enriched,
Gone was his awful suspicion.

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