English Concertina

 

This little Guy on one’s lap
With 15 taps each side
Will sorrows over-ride
With oft time tunes, Old Chap.
And jigs get special calls
In ships’ dark nether room
To sweep away the gloom
Whatever weather falls.
Or social nights perchance
When couples rise to dance.
Their arms entwined to hold
In overtures, some bold.
Yes bold, for time runs fast
A coupling that might last.