Last night I caught a documentary about a 91-year old button accordeon player, Francisco "Pacho" Rada, from the village of El Dificil, in Columbia. At the time the film was shot by a German production team he had been playing for 88 years!
He tells the story of how as a younger man he was returning from a late night dance on his mule when he heard another accordeon off in the distance. Thinking that it was a friend, he answered back in kind. The riffs were returned. All along the trail in the darkness they exchanged tunes until dawn.
As the first rays of the sun marked the horizon, a bolt of lightning struck Rada, killing the mule, leaving the stench of sulfur behind.
Yes, now it can be told: The Devil plays the accordeon.

Concertina by Wheatstone , accordion by Brimstone ?

Puns by Jim "Cornstone" Lucas

Chris

That's Cornpone.
... Sitting here with his Edeopone.

Or is it Cornpun?
Puns are, after all, the Cornerstone of my humor.

Well, I think Alan Day needs to write the eulogy for the mule.

Helen

Would that be a muleogy?

Oh good one, Samantha.

Helen

Years ago, in my college days, I took my tinwhistle into the forest behind my campus to play some tunes. I was terrified when, in the invisible trees beyond, someone played back the same tune! I mean, what were the chances of a human carrying a tinwhistle within earshot in the woods near a small town? I don't think I've ever run so fast!

Sorry this isn't a concertina tale, but even though I'm ostensibly older and wiser now, I still don't think it's a good idea to play music alone in the woods!

However, there may be some benefits from a Faustian bargain. Just what would you sacrifice for a masterful command of your instrument?
Consider the story of Robert Johnson...

Ahh horror stories so scary I will have nightmares now

Sorry Helen the mule poem is off,I wrote about the rabbit and look where that got me.
Tasty though!
Al

Hey, Al, where is your sense of adventure?

You got out didn't you?

C'mon c'mon, give us a mule poem.

Everyone who wants Fearless Al to give us a mule poem, sign on.

Helen

No Helen,
I am on a six month rhyme therapy course.
Al

Well fortunately for you Al, I AM a therapist.

C'mon, one little baby poem. Okay, if not a mule poem, how about an itty bitty mouse poem?

Helen

There might be chocolate in it for you.

Sorry, Al, but Helen is right. You've got us all hooked on your poetry. . . a mule poem. . . just think of the possibilities! Maybe we could even turn it into a song

In fact I'll bet you've already got at least 2 stanzas in your head!

Wazzat? A cross between a limerick and a haiku, with no sexual references?