The Symphony

A poem I wrote while at a violin concert. (I actually did enjoy the concert, despite this poem's distinct anti-violins message

The conductor's disappeared,

It's far worse than we feared.

And oh the violins.

Why all the violins?

There's Jell-O in my cello

In that nasty lemon yellow.

Oh the violins!

Will no one stop the violins?

There's a koi pond in the grand

And the keys are covered in sand.

Oh the violins!

When will the violins end?

There's a hobo on the oboe

And he's doing quite a show.

But oh the violins!

Who will stop the violins?

There's broken glass in the brass

And the boys are a bit crass.

Oh the violins!

Why all the violins?

Reviews

[KAREN]

Wow! you made it so real. I could picture it all happening, and yes I heard the violins! Great job!

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

ha ha love it! Fun!