Just a Thought

Went to the orchestra tonight,
All had tails, and gowns to floor,
Distinctive sounds, sounded right.
Came the end, conductor on guard,
Lady’s cleavage focused on;
Conductor’s baton now quite hard
All’s well that bends well, saintly true,
While conductor’s trousers? Steadily grew.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Labeau Avatar
May 15, 2015 at 6:53 AM
oui oui all the way home you are funny
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May 14, 2015 at 9:19 PM
the only baguette conducting the one in your basket
Holmes Avatar
May 14, 2015 at 10:13 PM
oui oui!
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May 14, 2015 at 7:00 PM
Hi Peter, I am trying so hard to come up with a poem. All I get is POINT BLANK, over and over. Why I am telling you this, I don't know? Anyways, LOL, about the Conductor's baton. Sometimes, I wonder if one could keep the cool when orchestrating or just standing among the audience on such a night like this. Interesting thought. SKAT
Holmes Avatar
May 14, 2015 at 8:46 PM
What does " point blank" mean to you?...write about it without thinking,,,,then pair it down until it makes sense to you...Peter
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