Mama's Got A Squeeze Box Poem by Gomer LePoet

every night after dinner
mama goes into the parlor
she opens up her case
and pulls out her Horner

she taps her toes
and pulls and pushes
in and out the air moves
as she sits there in the corner

the tunes are reminiscent
of the times gone past
all that's missing is the oompah
all night long and daddy can't sleep

German and Austrian
no yodeling is heard
daddy's wasting his time
trying to count the sheep

cause mama won't stop
the music's in her blood
she likes her squeezebox
poor daddy doesn't so much