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The Organ GrinderA poem Lionel Hartley was entertaining a few years ago with one of his 'monkey' organs, when an observer commented that the winding of the handle on the organ looked like the turning of a roast on a barbecue, except that the “organ made a much better sound”. This later prompted Hartley to write the following nonsense poem, 'The Organ Grinder': ><> His first time at a barbecue, The organ grinder watched in awe As his neighbour turned the sizzling roast Upon the spit Above the glowing fire. ><> His arm in rhythmic motion Emulated the grinder's trade Yet the only sound Was a hiss and a crackle From the cast-iron box he 'played'. ><> The organ grinder, puzzled, watched And finally exclaims, "I don't know what you're playing, But... Your monkey's up in flames!" © 2005 < Home |
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