Play The Concertina Poem by Patrick Akhudu

Azeze, play the concertina;
Here comes Lina, and Tina!
We miss Muomboko dance;
Play that thing even just once!

It is our time to shake a leg;
A welcome break from the keg!
Won't you take something home?
Or will you break the norm?

Azeze, play the concertina!
We've had enough Muratina;
Folks have irrigated their throat
And badly crave the fox-trot!

Ready is the drunken choir,
With souls set on fire!
Don't you need money any more
For your trip to Baltimore?

There we go, Azeze, my man,
I knew you were not insane!
Your time is just so right,
And dim goes every light!

Here goes: to the back, then front,
From the bar to the restaurant,
All fit upon their flat feet,
Mood so mellow; music so sweet!

Oh yes! In a harmony so comical:
Two steps back, then front,
Bend down, move - so mechanical,
So majestic, it's not foxhunt!

Azeze! Your fingers are deft!
We've no more energy left;
You hit the notes without flaws.
Give him a round of applause!