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.
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