The telephone rang,
I answered it.
The voice said
“Hello Andy, it’s Caroline here”.
She is one of the choir members
Who I know a little.
She asked the oddest question,
“Do you know any bagpipe players?”
What a strange question to ask me!
Yes, I love music, always have,
But the thing about bagpipes
Is I like to hear them play “Far Away”;
And the further away, the better!
It is said that the Irish invented the bagpipes and gave them to the Scots but the Scots have not seen the joke yet.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Unlike the Scots Bagpipes the Northumbrian Pipes make a wonderful sound as shown here by Kathryn Tickell.
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Oh lol, a fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Andy,
Your write reminded me of the Zampognari who played their zampogne at Christmas time in Italy when I was a child! I really liked the sound!
Thank you for the share!
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY 😊
~Laura~
MY pleasure Laura, thank you for your comment.
lol, quite a small thing, just thought how interesting if the Pigs from the attached poem could have pipes to their symphony, check out the poem:
The pigs and some piglets trot out at regular intervals
having just left their dirty muddy pool coolly refreshed
their long hooters ahead of them twitching blaring warm air
then disgracefully and predictably the honking starts with aplomb
Each one of these pigs has its own particular honk
though to you, me et a listening ear it sounds the same
but honks come with stylised messages and its own tone
and inform us about the mischief brewed in the muddy trough
Honk honk one honks while another starts on a tangent
seemingly saying hear this one and produces a foghorn honk
a little piglet skips up offering a little honk then honks it out
some more and one can see a cheeky smirk on little piggy's face
A sow produces a belter honk with bad attitude as sows do
splattering mud in its wake and everywhere showing passion
that's the way to do it she added expertly before honking again
some boars trundled in honking loudly in abandoned unison
Hear now the symphony of honking conducted by a leading gilt
totally in her element her hooter held up her trotters in a mud pile
the sows and gilt with their big mouths open and shut relentlessly
and the boars added fitting choruses with gusto again in unison
Now The myriad of honking sounded quite like the Fool's Overture
apologies to Supertramp but methinks the pigs were in the know
a passing visitor to the farm ask the farmer what's the palaver about
'Oh just take no notice of them, he says, they are all mad raving swines'
The pipes would only show how fine the honks were.
Oh well if mud dwelling swine are your thing, good for you, keep on honking.
A wonderful write, enjoyed the end note!
Thank you Christina, most kind.
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