For your enjoyment, a recently unearthed poem that I wrote in fourth grade or so.
'Twas the night of the concert(This was typed, like on a typewriter, and the "cover" was done with Print Shop.)
When all through the school
Not a student was playing
But one little fool.
The bass was set right
By the chair,
In hopes that the audience
Soon would be there.
The children were restless
Goofing off in their chairs,
With the parents thinking
Who really cares!
Little kids snuggled in Mom's lap
Are ready for a 10-minute nap.
When up on the stage
There arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their naps
To see what was the matter.
When Mr. Weber was ready to begin
The audience started to clap
From "March of the Gnomes" to "Echoes,"
Each song made them snap.
When Mr. Weber was done
They gave him a hand
They left the stage
And in came the band.
With a tall conductor
Having done this for years,
She hoped the audience didn't
Break into tears!
More rapid than eagles
The music it came
Then she pointed, and nodded
And called them by name:
"Now sax! Now trumpet! Now drum and cymbals!
On, bells! On clarinet! On trombone and flute!"
Everyone thought that
They were real cute!
As the band's last song
caused spirits to soar,
The audience applauded and
started to roar.
So in came the chorus,
last but not least,
And sang a song about
a Christmas feast.
Their eyes how they twinkled
their singing so merry,
the next song they sang was
about a Christmas cherry!
The next song they sang
was about Santa's work
One kid burped, probably
thought he was a jerk.
And laying a kleenex aside
of his nose,
He blew real loud and
their voices rose.
As slow as the music fades away,
So ends another day.
But I heard them exclaim as they marched
out of sight,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL
and to
ALL A GOOD NIGHT!