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12.07.2001
Does It Ever Feel Like You've Ripped The Top Layer Of Skin Off Of Your Tongue?Would that even be considered skin? Anyway. . . Check out this cool poem I wrote for the band: (and remember, same rules apply. If you steal it, I track you down and eat you.) ‘Twas the night of the concert, when all through the school No person was stirring, not even a wise fool. Uniforms were hung in our closets with care, Thinking of parades, since none were left to bear. Teenagers were sitting straight up in their seats, Some thinking lovingly of their warm bed sheets. And Strickland in his armchair and I with my horn, We had been getting ready to be quite warm When in the band room, there arose such a clatter, I jumped from the hall to see what was the matter. Off to the next room, I hopped like a bunny, I’m sure people thought that I was quite funny. The lights, bright and full on the late winter’s night, Had given out no warmth but kept us from great fright. Then, what to my shining eyes should I have seen, A big blue truck, with a horn that would really ring. With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a second, it must be Hendrick. His voice quicker than Chargers, his words soon came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called all by name. “Come French Horns! Trombones! Baritones! Tubas! and Flutes! Saxes! Percussion! Clarinets! Trumpets with mutes! To the end of the hall, to the end of the gym! Everyone up, we still have to play our hymn!” We all had our instruments, and music for all, So with that, with friends, we all dashed up the long hall. Up to the noisy gym, we practically flew, Through the hall we all went, and Mr. Hendrick too. And then in the distance, I heard an echo, Oh good grief, ninth graders were starting the show! So I got to the gym, and was looking around, All of a sudden, Hendrick came in with a bound. He was dressed in his suit, green with those ugly shoes, Since his clothes were all dry-cleaned, he just couldn’t lose. Face had a disturbed look, he knew he was late, Perhaps he knew that it was his eternal fate. His eyes how they twinkled! oh how his ears were red! His cheeks were like roses, his hair covered his head. His smiling mouth was speaking words to the crowd, He told them to all be good and not get too loud. Holding one baton in his hand to his class, He warned them to act right, if they wanted to pass. He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a good middle-aged man, That looks like he hugs people whenever he can. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his wrist, Let us all know, none would end up on his list. The Senior Band up, and he got down to work, Wasting no time, he started us with a jerk. And standing down at the end of the last song, He gave them a bow, and showed all was not wrong. He told us to get up, and show them all some pride, We had no breath to spare, peoples’ lips were shot and fried. Hendrick was excited and shouted what was right, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
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