The Marching Band

The Marching Band

A Poem by Missy Lorraine
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Just a little description of the marching band i am sad to say i am a part of....

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Boredom is my middle name
Loser is my first. 
I am in the marching band
we're the very worse.
Clarinets can't play in tune
the saxes are too loud.
The drummers are maniacs,
the trumpets like to joust.
The teacher's had enough of us
we can't play at all.
The drum major is in tears
she wishes she were tall.
The flutes think they know it all
though they really don't.
Everyone thinks they're super great
so they always gloat.
The tubas can't read their music
though they really try.
There is only one trombone
he doesn't play on time.
The baritones are pretty good
but don't play loud enough.
One sax I don't like
she thinks she's really tough.
Every time we try to march 
we only stumble.
My bass drum is really heavy
my knees want to crumble.
Percussion doesn't play in time
we sound really bad.
We mess up quite a bit
which is really sad.
When the band begins to march
the drummers only waddle.
Half the band is always off step
that's because they dawdle.
I wish we were better
I really truly do.
That will never happen though
but I don't blame you.

© 2012 Missy Lorraine


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Added on July 6, 2012
Last Updated on November 15, 2012

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Missy Lorraine
Missy Lorraine

Yuba City, CA



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I am a 22 year old college student who loves to write and play music. Not much else to say... more..

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