My director is my leader,
I shall not want.
He maketh me march up and down
the wet field.
He threatens my soul,
He leadeth me down the street behind horses.
Yea, though I march on the field
of competition,
O will fear no judges, for GOD is with me,
My music and my instrument,
They comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me and serve me
pizza,
Thou anointest my head with a Shako* and
plume.
My spit valve runneth over.
Surely goodness and superior ratings shall follow me
all the days of my band career,
and I will dwell in the band room
forever.
I shall not want.
He maketh me march up and down
the wet field.
He threatens my soul,
He leadeth me down the street behind horses.
Yea, though I march on the field
of competition,
O will fear no judges, for GOD is with me,
My music and my instrument,
They comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me and serve me
pizza,
Thou anointest my head with a Shako* and
plume.
My spit valve runneth over.
Surely goodness and superior ratings shall follow me
all the days of my band career,
and I will dwell in the band room
forever.
* This was originally saying HAT but since I have a cow when I hear a shako being called a hat, I changed it.
So, did you like it? I have had it posted in my room for a while now and I thought I would share it.
I don't know the original author of this, but if you know who it is, congratulate him or her for me!
Have a good day!
Seale
Senior '09
So, did you like it? I have had it posted in my room for a while now and I thought I would share it.
I don't know the original author of this, but if you know who it is, congratulate him or her for me!
Have a good day!
Seale
Senior '09
2 comments:
That was certainly a very good poem - I enjoyed it. Got a big grin and a laugh out of me! ;) Thanks for sharing it! And have a great weekend! Later days...
But ... But ... I really like the funny white HAT with the big white feather!! It's soooo purty! *insert wicked grin here*
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