Bellows

I attended once a function
Which took place near Clapham Junction —
‘Twas a gathering of fellows
Who appreciated bellows.

First to speak, Professor Puffer,
Who was really an old duffer,
But quite soon we all were learning
How to keep the home fires burning.
And then next, to make us happy,
Came a photographic chappie,
All dressed up in reds and yellows,
And whose camera had bellows.

Last of all, there came on Nina,
With her little concertina,
Which emitted lots of wheezing
When the thing she started squeezing.

Then to end this splendid party,
We all BELLOWED loud and hearty,
Then we left without compunction
And dispersed from Clapham Junction.