I couldn't help myself...with special thanks to ChatGPT
Slaves, the chubby Dinesh,
Strumming strings, off-beat, a mess,
Hoping for just a chance to play,
No one wants to hear him today.
Fingers fumbling on his fretboard,
Friends just laugh, they can’t ignore,
His solos sound like a wailing cat,
Chubby Dinesh, oh, imagine that!
Chorus:
He’s strumming out of time!
Can’t keep the rhythm right!
But he plays with all his heart!
Music's his favorite part!
He's Creeping Dinesh
Dreams of rock and fame in sight,
Yet the notes just don't feel right.
With laughter ringing in his ears,
He plows ahead, conquering fears.
Chorus:
He’s strumming out of time!
Can’t keep the rhythm right!
But he plays with all his heart!
Music's his favorite part!
He's Creeping Dinesh