me-an ugly and crap harmonica player
about ten years old
I could suckandpuffsuckandpuffsuckandpuff
my out of tune way through
# God save our gracious queen #
(without bowing of course)
and in the same inhaling and exhaling way
annoy my parents and anyone else within suffering distance
with my brass reeded rendition of
# oh can you wash your father's shirt #
( without going near the sink of course )
both old tuneful commoners
ear piercingly blasted out on dads old mouth organ
to prove to the unbelievers
that this could very well be as I ridiculously thought at the time
being a kid and all
my young foot on the first Larry Adler rung to stardom.
And while continuing to 'vamp'
( I have since learned is the correct word for such an action )
the unbelievers updated their misbeliefs
by informing me that in their long-suffering vengeful opinions
my 'vamping' chances of achieving fame and fortune
were about as possible as my chances of growing up to be handsome.
Since then I have been checking the mirror on a daily basis
and up to now, it appears they have been proved right
on both counts!
But nevertheless, those correct prophecies
won't stop me from getting my 'vamping'
denture rattling revenge on them
whenever and wherever I get the infamous chance.