Author's Note: Muahahahahaaaa, the inaugural story and inaugural Author's Note! Don't ya love it? I certainly do….
A Poem Dedicated to Freshie Fishies
O Freshmen! Your faces look so terrified!
Your eyes are opening really wide!
You're the only ones who obey
The Boys on the Left, Girls the Other Way.
(A/N: That's a rule on the bus… PART THE WATERS!)
I'm the Assistant Drum Major! Beware!
Don't ignore me 'cause I've got blond hair!
When I say "JUMP!", you say "HOW HIGH?"
Oops! There's the director! I've gotta say "bye".
You freshmen better never tell on me,
'Cuz the director will believe ME, you see.
You line up for snacks and have to wait,
Us older than you can cut line, so get straight!
You shuffle instead of rolling your feet,
For punishment, you get nothing to eat!
Your pasty faces contort in pain,
By the end of the season, they'll be tan.
You can't run laps, you're just so SLOW.
Are we the only ones who know
That after this huge Band Camp ordeal
It's LOVE for the marching band you'll feel!
Okay, not my best work. But I'm borrrred.
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