The Pipes! The Pipes!

Goldfinch60



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.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 17th, 2018 02:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: Unlike the Scots Bagpipes the Northumbrian Pipes make a wonderful sound as shown here by Kathryn Tickell.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 25
  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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  • orchidee

    Oh lol, a fine write Gold.

  • Laura🌻

    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~

    • Goldfinch60

      MY pleasure Laura, thank you for your comment.

    • Snowflake Incorrigable

      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'



      • Goldfinch60

        The pipes would only show how fine the honks were.

        • Snowflake Incorrigable

          Oh well if mud dwelling swine are your thing, good for you, keep on honking.

        • Christina8

          A wonderful write, enjoyed the end note!

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Christina, most kind.



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