In Birmingham
is heard the Alabagpipe’s solemn drone
In Phoenix, Snareizonas keep the beat.
In Miami, night
till morn, each native toots his Florglehorn.
In Nome, Alaskazoos resound on every street.
Woodwindianas wail…but where? In downtown Terre
Haute.
Wilmingtonians perform
on Celloware.
In Pittsburg
and surrounds Serpentsylvanias abound…
though in Saint
Louis, Chalumeaussouris are rare.
In Hartford and
New Haven, the Corneticutt is blown.
In Atlanta,
it’s the Georgan they enjoy.
In Star and
Pocatello dwells this Idahoboe
fellow.
In Chicago
people bow Vielleinois.)
In Des Moines,
the Iowashboard reins as instrument of
choice.
In Topeka and
in Dodge? The Kanstanet.
In Louisville
and Bowling Green, they play Kentukuleles.
Baton Rouge is
where Louwhistliana’s met.
In Boston Massachuba’s play. St. Paul plays Minnesoudas.
Minneapolis
enjoys its Theraminn.
In Yazoo City, Mississippiano players run their scales.
In Butte and
Billings, the Montenor Sax is in.
In Omaha, Nebrasska sections dominate their bands.
In New
Rochelle, New Yorccarina’s king.
In Raleigh, not
one flutist’s found whene’er North Carillonas
sound.
In Deadwood, South Dakotos are the thing.
In Cleveland,
the Ohihat’s part of ev’ry drummers
kit.
In Portland’s
felt the Oregong’s vibration.
A roadie out of
Providence sets up his own Rhodes Island.
In Cope, South Carillonas stir elation.
In Fargo and in
Jamestown, North Dakoto’s what one
hears..
In Nashville,Tennessitars are what’s cool.
In Dallas, Texasaxophones outnumber longhorn steers.
Way out in Salt
Lake City, Flutah’s rule.
In Richmond, how
their Virginals drive southern belles
quite wild!
In Wheeling,
the West Virginal intones.
In Milwaukee,
the Wisconcertina’s played by ev’ry
child.
For their
Or’gon folks in Portland sport a Jones.
In Silver
Spring, the Dulcimeryland is on
display.
In Norman,
you’d an Oudklahoma hear.
In Concord, their
Jews Harpshires, play'd in tune, will make your day.
In Barre, Vermontdolins caress the ear.
In San Juan, Puerto Ricorders sound, play'd even by
the tots.
In Denver, Coloradios get played.
In Montgomery, Alabanjos give the natives there the
hots.
(In DC…? What music's heard’s a diff’rent shade.)
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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