There was this guys once. Let's call him Rob.
Rob bought a piano, all shiny and new. Hey, Rob.
It was roughly the shape of a piano. It had most of the keys a piano should have.
Rob loved his piano. He pet it and took it for walks, and every night he'd cuddle next to it and dream of playing its soft, white keys.
Or sometimes he'd dream of cuddling next to it and, instead, played his fiddle.
But the piano stayed unplayed. It quietly gathered dust.
Still Rob played his fiddle and dreamt.
Unused, one day the piano left, taking all of Rob's money in an ironic play on his name.
Ha ha, Rob. Ha ha.