Clarinet Poems - Poems about Clarinet

If in all innocence broccoli brings out flatulence not to dwell but how many unfortunate smells will it impart from a single floret and in the end when it rends does it sound like a bassoon or clarinet? And what about the brussel sprout? No doubt it will create heady fallout and if on the quiet you ever diet or fast as you are...

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Today is Clarinet Day; Well, at least that’s what I heard. I played it once but it was not The choice I’d have preferred. In school, fifth graders were assigned An instrument for band. The girls all wanted flutes, Which you can surely understand. Though some were lucky, I was not Among the chosen few And so I played the clarinet, Not much that I...

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Hours after hours of practice Making sounds that are polished pearls Connected by a thin string made up of Accelerando, arpeggios, and articulation O, what wonderful colours you have! Measures after measures of music Playing with deep emotions that flow Sometimes, the stream in the green meadow on a sunny day Other time, the ruthless ocean during a thunderstorm O, what diverse sentiments...

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A Cute Clarinet I was playing my pretty fiddle And seems like somewhere in the middle Of some song which I was playing Everything started swinging and swaying. Played part of Fifth Beethoven did write When all my playing went out of sight And somehow I broke my bent bow; Then from Symphony home had to go. My fiddle turned out to be a...

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There’s a J-Bird in my hand Feels just like a gun So comfortable I might kill someone Feathers come to dust I walk sideways Down the hall Monkey brown And baby *****green Nothing sane about me Take your time Before you speak I’m on my way to jail Blue Jays and colored grass Is all I have left Speckled eggs And rabbit holes Will have to hold you Till the band comes...

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Once knew a young filly named Lizette She's really the reason I'm in debt Spent all my money Thought it was funny But I loved how she played my clarinet © Jack Ellison 2013...

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Up and down my fingers fly, connecting and leaving in the blink of an eye, sparkling silver keys pumping up and down, at shcool my fingers are treated with renown, My silver rings flash in the brightly harsh light, and I blank out enverything else from my sight, focusing on the music in front of me, whipping from the low A to...

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