Short stories featuring musical instruments and those that play them.
The local Morris Dancers asked me to play my accordion for them. Harold, who usually provides their musical accompaniment, suffered a punctured squeezebox. It’s not really my cup of tea, but I reluctantly agreed.
Twelve blokes in gaudy clothes, funny hats and bells on their legs frolicked around waving bits of cloth in the air. They circled and zig-zagged, hopped and skipped, all having a jolly good time.
I, however, was becoming bored, so I thought I’d have a bit of fun. I started playing faster and faster and faster!
It was so funny! As they gathered pace, they started colliding and treading on each other’s toes. Dick went red in the face, Bob poked Bill in the eye, and Fred elbowed George in his tummy winding him!
Unfortunately, they suddenly got in a complete muddle and begin tripping each other up, then down they all dropped like a strike in a bowling alley!
I was never asked to play again, I can’t think why!
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