Poems On The Back Of Drill Charts
(Note: I didn't write these poems (well, I did help write the last one...). These poems have been writen by some of my friends and fellow marching band members during band camp on the back of their drill charts (hence the title ^.^). I found them so amusing that I just felt the urge to share them. Well, here they are! Enjoy! Reviews are graciously accepted and will be forwarded to the authors.
"Ode To Mr. Borning*"
-Drum Major Alex
Mr. B, Mr. B,
Ah what a man.
His belly jiggles,
Like a warm can of spam.
He marches in sandles,
With his toes flying out.
"Wheres my McDonalds?!!!",
He would always scream and shout.
Although he's our teacher,
And we do love him dear,
He eats all our pizza,
When he comes near.
*Mr. Borning is our band director...and a crazy one at that. ^_^
"Ode To Sleep"
-Nyah (a.k.a. Sarah, a flautist)
Sleep,
So deep,
Means happiness,
Like pants out of the dryer.
Don't sleep in the fire,
Sleep in your bed,
Right now.
"Bob*"
-Drum Major Alex
There once was a trumpeter named Bob.
He never came to class.
And the day he finally came,
We kicked his ass.
*Not a real person. Well, there is a trumpeter named Bobby, but I don't know if Alex meant him...
"To Michelle* On Her 16th Birthday"
-The Girls (Kim (clarinet), Marley (French Horn), Dejah (Tuba), Sarah (Flute), Alex (Drum Major/Pit), Laurel (Drum Major/Pit), Joanna (Flute), Melissa (Flute), and Betsy (a non-musician *gasp!*))
*Michelle is a clarinet player
Michelle, Michelle,
You don't smell,
You won't go to hell,
I want to take you to taco bell.
You're cooler than Clifton,
And that's saying a lot,
You're really hot.
Even when you miss your spot,
Now that you're sixteen,
You'll always be our disco queen.
And we still love you,
Even if you give us school supplies for party favors.
**Okay, so yes, the poems are full of inside jokes and stuff, but I think that they're funny anyway. Maybe I just have a twisted sense of humor. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the poems!
(Note: I didn't write these poems (well, I did help write the last one...). These poems have been writen by some of my friends and fellow marching band members during band camp on the back of their drill charts (hence the title ^.^). I found them so amusing that I just felt the urge to share them. Well, here they are! Enjoy! Reviews are graciously accepted and will be forwarded to the authors.
"Ode To Mr. Borning*"
-Drum Major Alex
Mr. B, Mr. B,
Ah what a man.
His belly jiggles,
Like a warm can of spam.
He marches in sandles,
With his toes flying out.
"Wheres my McDonalds?!!!",
He would always scream and shout.
Although he's our teacher,
And we do love him dear,
He eats all our pizza,
When he comes near.
*Mr. Borning is our band director...and a crazy one at that. ^_^
"Ode To Sleep"
-Nyah (a.k.a. Sarah, a flautist)
Sleep,
So deep,
Means happiness,
Like pants out of the dryer.
Don't sleep in the fire,
Sleep in your bed,
Right now.
"Bob*"
-Drum Major Alex
There once was a trumpeter named Bob.
He never came to class.
And the day he finally came,
We kicked his ass.
*Not a real person. Well, there is a trumpeter named Bobby, but I don't know if Alex meant him...
"To Michelle* On Her 16th Birthday"
-The Girls (Kim (clarinet), Marley (French Horn), Dejah (Tuba), Sarah (Flute), Alex (Drum Major/Pit), Laurel (Drum Major/Pit), Joanna (Flute), Melissa (Flute), and Betsy (a non-musician *gasp!*))
*Michelle is a clarinet player
Michelle, Michelle,
You don't smell,
You won't go to hell,
I want to take you to taco bell.
You're cooler than Clifton,
And that's saying a lot,
You're really hot.
Even when you miss your spot,
Now that you're sixteen,
You'll always be our disco queen.
And we still love you,
Even if you give us school supplies for party favors.
**Okay, so yes, the poems are full of inside jokes and stuff, but I think that they're funny anyway. Maybe I just have a twisted sense of humor. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the poems!