This is something I came up with for skit night at this year's band camp.
The Twelve Days of Band CampOn the first day of band camp my director gave to me:
An hour standing at attention.
On the second day of band camp my director gave to me:
Two broken reeds,
And an hour standing at attention.
On the third day of band camp my director gave to me:
Three meals of gruel,
Two broken reeds,
And an hour standing at attention.
On the fourth day of band camp my director gave to me:
Four stupid songs,
Three meals of gruel,
Two broken reeds,
And an hour standing at attention.
On the fifth day of band camp my director gave to me:
Five endless drills!
Four stupid songs,
Three meals of gruel,
Two broken reeds,
And an hour standing at attention.
On the sixth day of band camp my director gave to me:
Six hours of sleep,
Five endless drills!
Four stupid songs,
Three meals of gruel,
Two broken reeds,
And an hour standing at attention.
On the seventh day of band camp my director gave to me:
Seven snotty flutes,
Six hours of sleep,
Five endless drills!
Four stupid songs,
Three meals of gruel,
Two broken reeds,
And an hour standing at attention.
On the eighth day of band camp my director gave to me:
Eight hours of practice
Seven snotty flutes,
Six hours of sleep,
Five endless drills!
Four stupid songs,
Three meals of gruel,
Two broken reeds,
And an hour standing at attention.
On the ninth day of band camp my director gave to me:
Nine lengthy lectures,
Eight hours of practice,
Seven snotty flutes,
Six hours of sleep,
Five endless drills!
Four stupid songs,
Three meals of gruel,
Two broken reeds,
And an hour standing at attention.
On the tenth day of band camp my director gave to me:
Ten nasty bug bites,
Nine lengthy lectures,
Eight hours of practice,
Seven snotty flutes,
Six hours of sleep,
Five endless drills!
Four stupid songs,
Three meals of gruel,
Two broken reeds,
And an hour standing at attention.
On the eleventh day of band camp my director gave to me:
Eleven drummers offbeat,
Ten nasty bug bites,
Nine lengthy lectures,
Eight hours of practice,
Seven snotty flutes,
Six hours of sleep,
Five endless drills!
Four stupid songs,
Three meals of gruel,
Two broken reeds,
And an hour standing at attention.
On the twelfth day of band camp my director gave to me:
Twelve days from hell,
Eleven drummers offbeat,
Ten nasty bug bites,
Nine lengthy lectures,
Eight hours of practice,
Seven snotty flutes,
Six hours of sleep,
Five endless drills!
Four stupid songs,
Three meals of gruel,
Two broken reeds,
And an hour standing at attention.
I meant no offence from the 'seven snotty flutes'. I'm sure there are flutes out there with wonderful attitudes, but the ones at my school are…. For lack of a better word… EVIL!
Of course, I'm in pit (everything else in perc besides drum line, for all those who don't know) and rarely associate myself with them. Except, my sis (6th grade) is a flute player. *Shudders* My sister has the WORST attitude, and she HATES perc. Go figure. (Course, I hang with 6 guys and am their best friend, while my sis hangs with…. Girls… HA! (I am a girl, k?) No fun! Guys are so fun to hang with at a football game!)
But… My whole family's screwed up. My younger brother, the one in seventh, is a sax player. And my youngest brother (4th) wants to be a CHEERLEADER!!! WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?!?!
That was my rambling. Sorry!
Questions? Comments? All are welcome!
R&R PLEASE!
