This is just a poem I wrote about Marching Band... and yes I'm a band geek. Marching Band is kind of forgotten, and I sometimes feel like "Football team... last place." Everyone cheers, "Cheerleaders... last place." Everyone cheers, and "Hold on what's this? People with gay uniforms playing these things and marching... and they got flags doing this thing. What is it?! Who are these people?!" They would probably do this to us even if we WON FIRST!

Forgotten

Every Friday night we play true

But we are all forgotten.

We are the Marching Band

No one gives us credit for the work that we do

But we play just for you

In the stands or on the field

We were our uniforms with the ugly plumes

We march in step

We guide right

We march our sets every Friday night

We don't get the recognition for the work that we do

American Pie ruined us for good

"One time at Band Camp..."

We just might kick your bass

Do you really forget us?

Please say you don't forget the Marching Band

Don't call us band geeks

We kick brass and are saxy

Oh yea we are the Marching Band

A/n this is the 1st fan fiction poetry I've written that didn't have to do with Harry Potter.

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