Short Bassoon Poems
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My autoharp was way out of tune
With it could not longer in tune croon
Took it to the music man
He tuned it to match his band
Now my sound is truly bassoon
Check note
There once was a jovial baboon
who loved to put music to spoon
he came to my house
quiet as a grouse
until he pulled out his bassoon
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in bleeps bassoon, we find
character and creativity
and from each detail it
soughta brings the bass
and treble together
cause together we one
bad mutta ( shout yo mouth)!
Bleeps and bleepers
stand to sing
the bleepin song!
Ah Musky Moonlite Night
may have been the inspiration
to One Wonderful Moring
which included
Loving Someone Specail
and ah Fabulous WineKiss
Best Thing I Never Neglected
corgum Roargum
the "Brazilain Bichano Song"
made loving so right!
Oh a Beautiful Night
Loving You!
Due to his limited
ability to make
Decisions
He lacked respect
Due to people's
Unwilling ability
To understand.
He also understood
There position
Because of genre
Issues he lack
The funding abilities
afforded to
Decision makers
Sum wished his
Minatory gains to be
There's.
At 3 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon
In the month of June Mr. Cartoon
was heard singing along attune
At the neighborhood saloon
swooning to a swinging bassoon
harmonizing along with the platoon
from Camp Lejeune
all day and all night they crooned
first under the sun and then the moon.
Octavius Platt could not carry a tune;
it seems all of his notes were heavy and flat.
He bought him a bag that would hold his bassoon,
a pump, and a map so he’ll know where he’s at.
So now he plays nights, and he sleeps until noon;
Octavius Platt is one snazzy jazz cat.
Said I know the guy
who hacked your
account.
The one who put
those things card.
He found out who
and what, and how
He hacked your account.
Said carry this heavy load.
He put outrages tampering
On your account.
Using the critia he been
Taught.
Ordered toys and naughty
Thangs.
Said you bought
WE KEEP OUR JAM IN THE CELLAR
AND THE BASSOON IN THE DEN
GO IN THE CELLAR AND BRING UP
THE JAM
CLICK YOUR FINGER IF THE MUSIC
IS TO YOUR LIKING
SEE THIS IS THE JAM
AND THE BASSOON
WE DON'T GO AROUND
PUTTING JAM ON INSTRUMENTS
AND LICKING IT OFF THE INSTRUMENT
WE EAT OUR JAM
AND WE ENJOY OUR JAMS
WE DON'T DO THIS
i married my wife
february 29 2020, we
don't practice those pagan ritual that you
people have.
we love one another.
see ya'll give word to
certain things creating problems.
I married my wife on this day and
we celebrate our time together
using this restriction to be creative
I loves this woman's mind
I loves this woman.
Cocuswood, the perfection and beauty
made perfect sound a pitch
deemed as bass
a tone
with depths and richness
cocuswood
the studio with the barned afea
cordwood walls
five cords of cedar
cemented into
a fantastic and beautiful
place
sound and perfection
slendid for the eyes to see
a perfect place to
admire the beauty
of a bassy cocuswood bassoon
sHE STOOD PROUD
SMILING.
HER FACE AS
BEAUTIFUL AS HER
STYLIST ALLOWED.
ONE SPOKE
i DON'T KNOW WHY,
BUT IT IS jULY IN 2024
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?
THEN SHE SAID
IN HER NAITIVE TOUNGE
SOMETHING THAT PUZZED ME
SINCE. SHE SAID:
"ELLE PORTAIT UN
COSTUME DE CORPS
AUX TONS CHAIR:
AVES UNE CINQUIEME
BOUTEILLE DE LA
LIQUEUR GAY
SUR L'ETIQUETTE.
c'ETAIT JUSTE SUR
ELLE
SWIG - SWAGGLER!"
Soft mallets play the xylophone
In comes the low note g on trombone
Two hard mallets add their sound
There's no dry bones around
Soon the sound of a low bassoon
Bongo drum adds its tune
Wind blowing the harsh melody around
Orchestra pitch now the sound
All this floating to the ground
Soon the only thing to be heard
Loud bassoon making its words
Quiet, quite still; one lone note
Bass drum----boom
A kaleidescope of cacophonic carols
Attacks my cochlea
From hammer to anvil to stirrup
To the mesa we ride with timbrels and lyres.
\Gaily tripping lightly stepping
Through oceans of dandelions
Trailing the greening dew heel after heel.
The brae alive with pirouetting pansies and horns a-blare.
\Pixilation personified
The basso buffoon and bassoon collide
Would the afternoon fawn still respect the Buck-in-the-morning?
He has a musical instrument
it plays in his head.
Oft it quack's like an oboe,
oft it moo's like a bassoon;
it's also a violin
dipped into darkness.
When he writes, infant angels
wail, demons bleat like lost lambs.
Orchestrations and variation
upon a common theme reiterate
and reply.
Each instrument
a different note on his piano.
Yes, he has a piano
it thumps, it drums,
sometimes it mews
like a gull riding a storm.
tHE pLANER PARES AWAY THE
ROUGH
THINK IT'S HAd enough
it's a model
of perfection
the planer differs from the sawn
the printed instructions
have been draw
smooth surfaces
who hast chorened
made it easier
to do the thing
Baby let me hear you sing
love listening to your voice
love you more than anything
what so ever
it's your chose
Play your bassoon
the orchestra will groove
jammin to the music
sounds to make your
body move
as the moonlight flushes
the white plum-tree blossoms
down the night-black bark arms
like snowflakes softly landing
on the calloused ground
without a sound
a mirror image of a petaled sky
above
filled with
star blossoms and fragrance
deep and high
whirling around the moon
cold and distant
aloof
yet pouring out
its cold love like
a symphony of
softest flute
and bassoon
ah, the moon, the moon
casting shadows black and deep
as the blossoms go to sleep
Al Giorno: his wierded world
he pay's more than the others.
the same sound.
The pound around
they beat drums
and rub oil on one another.
sweep the floor
it's a chore
don't ignore the windows.
I'll gift you seets
and some
pasta and meates
keep your interest contraul.
done.
Produced.
or occurances daily.
I love this part
I smile when you pay me.
Mr. Al Giorno
sign your name
Champion your position
no middle man.
To take a stand
tell the world
what their missing.
Practice Mo' offten
Side Blown Flute
Bassoon place
50005 sing-it
sing-it
Dearest Prosocailist
Providence has favored our undertakings
yet night has hindered our labor
where then are we defined indifferance
in chore. Might morning state it's claim
as our wedding. Fromally I pledge my love
to thee, that these days shall bring us closer.
Make the night those for lovers.
Which he thought was right.
I have only meet him once but I love you.
With love:
Your Love
The squeaking trees
swayed back and forth
through the night
whining and aching
limbs snapping
and wind blowing
the structural wood failure
a tree begins to sway in the wind
typically a low deep groan
or creak followed by a sharp
pop and snap and ping
when the fibers began to
unravel and slit
the stresses of tension and shear
the fibers start to crack
the high pitched tearing or
ripping sounds
where fibers are being pulled apart
and fibers are sliding past one another