Look at us, being fabulous up on stage
We're a great trio of trombones
Look at us sitting here quietly
Amid the screaming strings and crashing cymbals
I'll bet you expect us to lift
Our horns up any moment now
And play something cool and fun
Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you
Look at us, sitting up here on stage
We're not sleeping in our chairs
We're counting all those rests
Just wait for us to come in!
Two movements, come and gone
Here comes the third of the suite
Oh, look at us! We're finally lifting
Our instruments to our faces!
The string players turn pages
And then look to the conductor,
Who raises his baton to cue us
Finally! We get to play... a few quarter notes.
Hey, the trombones are actually playing a bit now!
There's a few long notes, and,
Oh, their instruments are down again.
One, two, two, two, three, two, four, two...
We rest a little longer
Twenty-eight, two, twenty-nine, two, thirty, two, thirty-one, two...
Time to bring the horns back up
Hey, this part isn't so boring
Now we're at the end of this movement
Time to rest for four and a half more!
Playing low brass in a symphony orchestra
Is so much heckin' fun, am I right?
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Swoosh - a book of breezy poetry
PoetrySome of the least poetic poems you'll ever read, written by, you guessed it, me! These are some thoughts and feelings that I tried to put into words. I started writing poetry regularly back in January, so the poems in this book kind of tell the stor...
