Somehow days just slip away
Before you know it the weekend ends
Not for you folks beyond the waves
Who have part of Sunday still to spend
I plan to do so much each day
Practice, and chat around the forum
But other things get in the way
And good manners stipulate decorum
I can’t possibly be rude, or food refuse
(Its always been my weakness)
So invitations I accept, and fuse,
Pleasure and duty with greed and sleekness.
Knight has taken the weekend off
Well, sometimes we have to go without
The things that can make others scoff
But his heart lies here there is no doubt
Chris has asked to be excused
From singing duty on our song
I’m sorry, mate, permission refused
I’m not yet ready to burst into song.
Kenny is working on his tunes as well,
Eddie is doing a fine job of diversity
With multi track gems with vocals to tell
The story of our twanger’s University.
Aunt Dot says, she gets a bit damp
Or soggy maybe, I can’t remember
Filled with emotion at the thought
Of the mighty efforts of every member.
My big news is, I’ve cracked the problem
No, not the tooth, anyway, that’s a chip
I’ve found out how to get some volume
Now I twang quite loud (and at a clip).
I hope to make a sound recording,
Of my new skill on the harp
Perhaps tomorrow in the morning
I’ll do my impression of a drowning carp.
One good thing about music is that when it hits you, you feel no pain - Bob Marley
