A/n: Hee hee, more marching madness.. This is something I just cooked up on a bleary
Friday when I had nothing to do (marching season being obviously over, or I'd have
something to do.. lol) :)

Tan lines and tar-black stains
Stinky shoes and muscle pains
A drum major who is hot as hell
Suntan lotion sure is swell
A new director - A woman, in fact
All about power, some labor, and tact
Music lying here and there
Markers and bottles everywhere
The disco sounded really glum
Made freshmen look like they're pretty dumb
Band uniforms: Oh boy, what fun
Let's bake in wool; it's only sun
Finally, it's time for lunch!
Let's find some goodies for us to munch
Afterwards, it's practice time
Your forehead's coated in sweaty grime
Two broken stands, you get one
You swear you're the unluckiest under the sun
Sectionals suck, the trumpet line's mean
Only two third-trumpets: mistakes will be seen
Back inside, it's cool in there
You're quite annoyed by your long-ass hair
There's more practicing, why won't it end?
You try desperately, but the stand won't mend
Drum line, quiet! You have no wit!
Trumpets sit in a pool of spit
Going home, walk down the ramp
You've survived the first day of band camp.