Wednesday, September 4, 2019

The Surfaris Play Wipeout

For the longest time my fiddle only whispered, it wouldn’t speak.
Getting a different fiddle didn’t help.
But now I’m ready for my scratchy fiddle break.
A whisper can be loud and raspy,
especially when heard across a silent lake.
For the longest time my fiddle only whispered, it wouldn’t speak.
There are a lot of antique
fiddles that wouldn’t speak to you if you begged
'em to, always hankering for some fine fiddle break
that some other fiddler could drag out
of that sprung spruce top:
a bow must be applied to make the fiddle speak,
but then it can speak so as to break
hearts and tickle its own pegs,
and I'm finally ready for my scratchy fiddle break.
A little rosin’s all it takes
to make that hound dog squeal and yelp.
For the longest time my fiddle only whispered, it wouldn’t speak,
but now it's wailing “Wipeout” at this fun clambake.