In the moments following victory
Of my marching band,
You will hear a loud 'chorus' of screams and cheers.
On the bus back to our school, we will play victory music.
We will chant something new every time,
Normally along the lines of, 'BLAD MR. DIRECTOR, BALD MR DIRECTOR!'
In the moment leading up to glory
Of my marching band,
We sit nervously on the edges of our seats.
We whisper about all the things we did wrong.
We eat loudly, nomming on whatever concessions we bought,
Usually a hotdog, a burger, and maybe some popcorn.
In the moments of the announcement,
That our band won,
We all jump onto our feet to cheer,
One student will scream, 'We are better than you!'
And the director will shout that he needs to be nice,
And we all cheer the whole way home.
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Poetry By Me! (Morgan, he/him)
PoetryThese are poems that I write. My pen name is Morgan, so call me that! Also, I use he/they pronouns and love to write. Please, if you find any you particularly like, let me know in the comments! I plan to publish some of this in a book, just need to...
