An Ode to the Uniform
by Shasta
A/N: Your guess is as good as mine when it comes to where this poem came from. I do enjoy it though. It took me about five minutes to write one evening. I am on the uniform committee for my marching band, which is made up of about roughly 260 people (give or take a few). There are six of us who, as the uniform committee, have to check the uniforms to make sure they are hung up right. It is a tedious job, especially when you want to see the rest of the game (we sometimes don't get out until the game is over.). But it's great fun! Enjoy!
-Shasta
Oh uniform
Where art thou?
In the uniform room
Is where thou art.
To the room I go
To retrieve my
Immaculate uniform
To wear for the show.
The music shorts
I so carefully made
And a white shirt
And socks you go over.
First the penguin
Small and white
To cut off circulation
To my brain.
Then comes the pants,
Green with a stripe
Up the side of yellow,
Button up tight.
Suspenders
A friend, not foe,
To keep the pants
Up past the navel.
The cummerbund
(What a funny word!)
Yellow to contrast
The rest.
The coat white with
Green and yellow braids
hung off the shoulders.
It is fastened at the neck.
The pretty gold chain
Serves no purpose
But to make the uniform complete
As we march.
And finally
The hat
Complete with
Chin strap and yellow plume.
With piccolo and lyre,
I'm set for the game,
Dressed nice and spiffy
'Til our hour to shine.
As half-time approaches,
We set up on the field
With our teacher shouting
'Hats down, pants up.'
Called to attention we chorus
'And up.'
The show starts,
Our moment is now.
Through the mud we march
Our uniforms
Barely touched
By mud.
After we are done,
We put the uniform
Neatly away
'Til next time.
First cummerbund,.
Then pants, then penguin,
And finally the coat
Are put into the uniform bag.
Our hats nicely in
Boxes go on shelves.
The uniforms, in bags,
On racks.
There they wait
For the next home game
When they will be
Removed for wear again.