Piano Lessons: From Hell or Swell?

Piano lessons were Hell
First there was Bart Olson
He was a grade school teacher
Who came to our home
Usually once a week
After school for an hour
But the lessons seemed forever
Yet, that wasn't the worst part
Because Bart Olson was mean
Always slapping my hand
Or hitting my fingers
Usually with a pencil
Oh, how I hated piano lessons
Still, I wanted to learn piano
Fantasizing myself a rock star
Or playing in a piano bar
But Bart Olson didn't see it that way
I was so glad when he got another job
Moving far, far away
But then there was Mary Thompson
Who took meany Bart Olson's place
Mary was nice and well-meaning
Still, the piano lessons were Hell
Because her focus was all hymns
Yet sweet old Mary tried
So I gritted my teeth
Until I almost cried
And soon the piano lessons ended
Leaving me to wonder and ponder
About what I might have learned
If I would have persisted
Maybe today I would see those lessons
As really quite swell