The Turpsichord

Designed and built one Saturday,
when I was very bored,
I made a brand new instrument
It was The Turpsichord.

Church organ-like, and very tall,
with keys and stops and throttles,
it made a sound by blowing air
through different turps-filled bottles.

It made a lovely warbling sound
that drew the sharpest breath
rendered all more poignant by
the player’s possible death.

I gathered friends to hear me play.
They coughed and choked and gagged.
I castigated one of them
who nearly lit a fag.*

And soon recitals were performed
to many gathered throngs
to hear selected medleys of
White Spiritual songs.

Performing indoor concert halls
became a thrill again
until The Turpsichord was banned
by Health & Safety men.

I suffered much for all this art.
I played when I was bladdered.
The drinking took my mind off it
this massive fire hazard.

I planned a last performance then,
a swan-song, if you will.
The weight of suffering for my art
had made me very ill.

It had to be an outdoor gig
with careful preparation
to find a way to get around
the government legislation.

And so I played it one last time
the people came from far.
I poured my soul into the songs
then lit a big cigar.

That’s how you end an arty life –
you go out with a bang.
I left the earth for worms to eat
but with a turps-ish tang.

*For the benefit of our American cousins – “fag” is English slang for cigarette. I do NOT set fire to homosexuals.

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9 Responses to “The Turpsichord”

  1. It made me laugh several times. Very good.

  2. Thank you. 😉

  3. soulcreates Says:

    I like it, it is very clever

  4. Nice one artbizness…:-)

    [Oh, sorry for the possible confusion, Abimbola Akanwo= @stepwise on plurk….:-)]

  5. Thanks, guys!

    Ah yes, I recognise your name, Abimbola! 🙂

  6. Fan-bloody-tastic I laughed, I giggle, I re-read and re-peated.

  7. Love it! I can almost smell the turps! lol

  8. Anyone got a light!!!!

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