THE TRICK? TO TWEAK!
The concertina simply couldn’t.
Fiddle and guitar said they wouldn’t.
The big bass player didn’t waver;
Said that it would change the flavor.
Why should they change their key,
Just to play along with me?
Now, this really makes me bristle,
But I have to tune my whistle!
How to tune it and not ru’n it?
Finally let frustration pass.
Cut and inserted a tube of brass.
Now I get a lot of smiles
For my whistle tweaking styles.
——Mack
Mack,
Your poetry is certainly
a world more cheerful,
But, at some time had you inadvertantly
have an earful,
Of the verse of the bard
of snow and ice,
Who’s calling card
reads Robert Service?
For your rhyme and meter,
From your pen doth teeter,
With the influence doth sing,
Of his clever-cold ring.
Mark,your reference to Service
Made me just a little nervous;
Thinking I might have plagiarized!
But then I suddenly realized
The Cremation of Sam McGee
Is the likeness that you see.
The chill I felt within my heart
Had an unecessary start.
We do applaud your wit and rhyme;
Come back and join us anytime!
You warm my heart!
I know, I know, that’s more
E.A. Poe…
so…
I’ll do it never more!