My Violin  (the Musician’s Tale 2 )

I’m trying to learn the violin

Wretched guitar’s neglected

Since chords and me just don’t get on

A new instrument’s selected.

But when I draw my bow across

To play a gentle tune

The notes escape with manic screams

Like air from a balloon.

I’ve studied all the tutors.

I’ve practised all the scales

But still my violin sounds like

An unmelodic whale.

I’ve worked on my vibrato –

The strings won’t sing – or even talk.

The folk all cringe and say it sounds

Like a blackboard scraped by chalk.

Alas my plans to thrill my fans

With dance tunes at the ceilidh

Have fallen flat, so I think that

I’ll try the ukulele.