Trombone man
throw me a horny bone.
Sit your brass down
push it out
mute a melodious belch
or gargle a groan.
O trombone man
slide it low, let it blow
take it back, make it moan
sonically hump that farting camel
all the way home.
Categories:
trombonists, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A cacophony of sounds, all jumbled together
Random notes, dissonance everywhere
Violin bows saw the air lazily, effortlessly
Then furiously, chins pressed hard to instruments
Flautists' lips wistfully poised above the holes
In a flash, diving deep into spritely melodies
Trombonists' brass bars sliding outward, then back inward
Deep tones scale upward, peak, descend again
Trumpeters' cheeks bulge outward, double-chins aflame
Beet-red faces, fingers marching, horns tootling
Cymbals clang and clash! Drums beat and boom!
Clarinets clamor... A cello... An oboe... The conductor's in slow-mo.
All this, prelude to a performance quite grand
To the concert forthcoming -- Strike up the band!
Categories:
trombonists, music,
Form: Verse