Concertina Limericks

[Michael Ducky Raley]

there are fellows

of the bellows

whom we must pity

for they have no reeds,

and must do their deeds

upon a Midi

[drbones]

I know someone in this town must’ve seena

She’s my lovely and sweet concertina

I took her out to play

And I think she ran away

with a melodeon named Carl from Argentina

 

Harmonicas to me are quite sedate

That’s a subject I’m sure you’ll all debate

But you know some aren’t legit

and that’s exactly what you get

when melodeons and concertinas mate

Edited October 27, 2009 by drbones

[drbones]

I warned ye in another post I might do this.

 

Tiny Dancer

There once was a young ballerina

She liked my old concertina

I said "Come over and play

Just pick any day

I'll be at the city marina."

 

I waited a very long time

For ths sweet young thing to be mine

It was years till she showed

Now she resembles a toad

When once she was so sublime

 

Then I thought of a children's story

Where a princess was brought back to her glory

So I kissed her and then

She socked me square on the chin

I felt like I'd been hit by a lorry

Sometimes fate can be cruel

What once was a prescious jewel

The dancer named Anne

Had turned into a man

Her name was now Andy O'tool

Edited November 3, 2010 by drbones

[malcolm clapp]

For a sheng at auction I bid;

 

'Twas only a couple of quid.

 

Laughed till I cried

 

To read Dana's aside:

 

A cross betwixt teapot and squid.

 

 

(see Reed Math thread for context)

Edited November 3, 2010 by malcolm clapp

[RAc]

There once was a Crane in the attic

Its state - sad to say - quite dramatic

with rust on the reeds

the push hardly pleased

the sound upon pull - pure pathetic

 

In comes a tardy restorer

A rentless, persistent explorer

of attics where bellows

And other poor fellows

are waiting for an overhauler

 

The job is rather affording

but in the end it's rewarding

as he turns the last screw

it's as good as was new

and aids with a lot of recording.

Edited November 3, 2010 by Ruediger R. Asche

[drbones]

Technical Difficulty

 

That one reed just didn't sound right

So I took my box into the light

As I tackled my tuning chore

All the buttons and reed frames fell to the floor

Reassembly took me all night

 

 

 

I QUIT!!

 

Somtimes I just want to quit

I'll never be good at this $#!&

So I store it away

And the very next day

I'm practicing lickety split

Edited November 3, 2010 by drbones

[Mikefule]

A young concertinist called Doris

Really wanted to play for the Morris

How she laughed when the Ring

Tried the compromise thing

And asked her to call herself Horace

[Mikefule]

I like to play tunes on my box

In strange keys that won't fit any locks

With chords and progressions

That you don't find in sessions

And the listeners laugh off their socks.

[drbones]

Plumb Native

 

I know that I can barely play

the tunes I squeeze on every day

I'll try something new

Buy a didgeridoo

And play the Aboriginal way