Dear friends I have a tale of woe
Concerning what just happened to me
I thought I’d give jaw’s harp a go
Since blues harp had me blowing free
My problem was to get projection
I twanged and twung in vain
I gave it all by best attention
I tried and tried again and again.
I could not get the thing to twang
With any sort of echo
I could not get that volume thang
It sounded like a gecko
Before I stopped to have some tea
I gave it one last twangy fling
The darned thing twanged right back at me
And gave my tooth a mighty ping
I showed my friend to ask how bad?
She tried to be quite pensive
She just went ‘Oooh’ and hid a grin
‘That’s going to be expensive!’
So now dear friends I sport a grin
That’s just a bit deficient
The moral of this tale I spin
Is, don’t try to be efficient
If jaw’s harp you aspire to play
And your volume's not sufficient.
Feel free to laugh, everyone else did

One good thing about music is that when it hits you, you feel no pain - Bob Marley