The Junior High School Band Concert Comments

deft use of pararhyme

Oh, oh, oh, it is a rare piece of poetry that has me falling out of the chair laughing out loud! When our semi-conductor Raised his baton, we sat there Gaping at Marche Militaire, Our mouth-opening number. It seemed faintly familiar (We'd rehearsed it all that winter) , But we attacked in such a blur, No army anywhere On its stomach or all fours Could have squeezed through our crossfire.- -Oh, my gosh, he has set me off again! !

Did we wonder that Truth, Goodness and Beauty are the ultimates, as Plato averred? Read this poem and weep with joy....