[NicknamedBob]

Just so folks will understand our little repartee ...



The Inventor of the Bagpipe

His name was Cyrus Reedy,
And he’d been sent to Hell.
But Cyrus was a jolly sort,
And he just said, “Oh, well!”

“What’s there for entertainment, then?
Ha’e ye perhaps, a band?”
And he paid no attention to,
His shrill demon’s command.

He’d had a wife, he had, he had,
And she was wont to screech,
So by the time ‘e got to Hell,
His ears were out of reach.

The demon’s yells just made him laugh,
Until it lost its voice,
So Cyrus moved about with ease,
And roamed to suit his choice.

He found some stuff discarded round,
It gave the place its flavor,
But he was desperate for a sound,
That only he could savor.

He made up a contraption,
That made an awful wail,
The demons shunned him for the way,
Their ears he did assail.

He added bits and pieces,
The monster thing did grow,
And when he made the sound come out,
They said he had to go.

The threw him out of Hell, they did,
They couldn’t stand the noise,
And that’s why bagpipe music,
Is the kind that he enjoys.

NicknamedBob . . . . . November 14, 2006

[Soaring Feather]

Good poem. BTW, I love the pipes.

[Slip18]

I love the bagpipes! I also love where bagpipes are sometimes played, where it echos. Hello, hello, hello, hello hello, hello.