Band 101
In Junior High, I decided to try
to play an instrument
I joined the band, French horn in hand
determined to make music
I lugged my horn, ready to mourn
for myself, as I walked home
Although I practiced, my butt, this horn kicked
I could never play a song
The noise I did play, made all ears run away
and was painful to mine as well
Like howling dogs, the sound was all wrong
and frightening to my neighbors
Children cried on my street, men were white as a sheet
mothers ran out to buy ear plugs
But I didn't upset, became teacher's pet
And won the band's top accolade
With trophy in hand, I took a stand
and never returned to band
This is a true story but SLIGHTLY exaggerated
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, January 31, 2012
5th place in Self Exaggerations contest
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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