The Marching BandA Poem by Missy LorraineJust a little description of the marching band i am sad to say i am a part of....
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.
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Added on July 6, 2012 Last Updated on November 15, 2012 AuthorMissy LorraineYuba City, CAAboutI am a 22 year old college student who loves to write and play music. Not much else to say... more..Writing
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