Saturday, September 21, 2013


Oh flip his lid
the grand piano did
when he spied the fiddle with her bow.
I know this is corny
but the horns sounded horny
and the trumpet just had to blow.

The violin
is a shapely thing
while the bow's a stick insect.
Yet when they choose it
they make sweet music.
It's hard to believe they connect.

The drum went bang
and the harmonica sang -
in her own kind of way -
of when she would toot
with the stick-like fute
only to find he was gay.

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