George brought by his mandolin,
Ready to pluck in G.
Mandy fetched her harp again,
The size of chestnut tree.
Manjit was clutching sitar
Just waiting for the cue.
Empty was the 'torium
Last night's tea was vindaloo.
Seemed all was a capella
Then viola - not dumb.
Mandolin twanged a heart beat -
Distinct melancholy thrum.
Before the day was over
Stringed concert had occurred.
Just no one heard it, -only
Taxidermied miner-bird.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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