MY WIFE IS VERY MUSICAL.
I
My wife is very musical,
She tunes it over much;
And teazes me with what they call
Her fingering and touch.
She's Instrumental to my pain:
Her very Broadwood quakes!
Her vocal efforts split my brain,
I shiver when she shakes!
II
She tells me, with the greatest ease,
Her voice goes up to C,
And proves it, till her melodies,
Are maladies to me.
She's “Isabelling” if I stir,
From where my books lie hid;
Or, “Oh! no we never mention her;”
I wish she never did!
III
Her newest turns turn out to be,
The same we heard last year;
Alas! there's no variety,
In variations here:
I see her puff, I see her pant,
Through ditties wild and strange;
I wish she'd change her notes, they want
Some silver and some change.
