A/N Well folks, since I had such an overwhelmingly positive response to my poem about how amazing trombones are, I've decided to have a sequel of sorts. You see, I'm not just a one trick pony. Whereas I'm originally a trombone player and play it in marching and jazz band, in concert I'm second chair (out of six) euphonium AKA baritone and I have to say, they are even more unappreciated than the t-bones. So sit right back and get ready to give mad props to the musical sensation that is b-tones.
The Incredible Baritones
I'm writing again to save some reps
by taking some important steps.
'Cause no low brass would be the same
until us good old barrys came.
If you wanna know the reason I'll tell you why
it's because it's with the band that our loyalties lie.
We don't hang with the dorchestra freaks
'Cause we're all true blue band geeks.
So the least folks could do to give credit to us
is stop mistaking our horns for tubas.
So come on everybody and give a shout
Cause the b-tone section's what it's all about.
Thank you, goodnight! Okay, so the rhythm's a little screwed up, who cares? Hope you liked it.
Peace,
Hobbit Killer
PS "dorchestra" is not a typo, it's the derogatory name for the orchestra.