Sunday, April 29, 2012

Classically Trained

Classically Trained

So you are on the fiddle,
oops sorry the violin.
Pluck, pluck draw squeal,
Ain't it like sawing steel ?

Hammering on the drums,
Sounds like a hurricane come.
Crashing with cymbals roar,
Resonating for ever more.

Blowing the child's plastic flute,
Could be a Voovoozela here.
Oh but you have a trained ear,
Knowing when the notes ring queer.

Fun on the shiny Euphonium,
Trumpets fill the classic note.
Blasting to the upper tiers,
And holding hands over my ears.