Sunday, August 5, 2007

Open Air Concert

The cymbals crashed in the thunderstorm,
On my chair my hands were whitening.
The sky turned black though the air was warm,
And it showed no signs of brightening.
The violinists played in harmony,
With the tension slowly heightening,
The thunder cracked out suddenly
And my buttocks started tightening.
Oh, bravely played the gallant band,
Though the atmosphere was frightening,
And then there came a huge bang and
The conductor was struck by lightning.

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