THURSDAY THIRTEEN
Cold hands outside the covers on a bitter winter's night:
A pale pink coat with a little matching hat:
Mummy's lovely meat-cakes, how I longed to take a bite:
Playing with dollies down there on the mat:
Looking for my Auntie who was coming on the bus:
Running with my cousins by the sea:
Donkey-rides down on the sand; what a thrill for us;
Celery and cheese I loved for tea:
Dancing in a concert with a little parasol:
Having to wear glasses at age four:
Gretchen, with the plaits; she was my very favourite doll:
Getting my arms 'mangled'; that was sore:
Big sister with a scrap-book of famous movie-stars:
And that's thirteen! I could go on and on!
A long, long time ago (hardly any motor cars!)
Such happy memories to look back upon!
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CRESCENDO!
The conductor was feeling peevish; the orchestra members quailed
As he tossed his shoulder-length hair about and with his baton flailed.
'That last movement was a disaster! You sounded like old tin cans!
And conducting rubbish like you lot was never part of my plans.
The violins were squeaky, the oboes out of tune,
And I haven't words to describe the sound that came from the bass bassoon!
However, I've saved my final words for that fellow at the back
Who made me feel I were stretched-out on an agonising rack!
That's the trouble with you drummers, you're simply untrained hicks.
All you can do is mess about with two ridiculous sticks!'
The drummer, who'd had quite enough, stood up and said 'When you've done
Describing the fools with two sticks, take a look at the fool with ONE!'
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7 comments:
Lovely childhood memories. I hope they are all true or is it only a poem. I think I'll do this tonight...
And Crescendo put a smile on my face. I knew one very foolish drummer once upon a time.
Thanks. I enjoyed your memories.
Happy TT!
How wonderful some of them sounded like fantasy land. I am just imagining someone very young and very lucky to have such great memories, experiences.
Wow, a lot of interesting scenes in that Thursday Thirteen. Arms mangled does not sound like a very good memory, though. I hope it was something from which you recovered.
It reads like poetry and reminds me of the Where I'm From poems. I have one listed on my blog sidebar but I can't cut and paste it here because I'm on someone else's computer that doesn't seem to be able to do that.
I love your list of childhood favourites, Brenda! Being British-born myself, I have similar memories..I particularly loved riding the donkeys at the seaside...
And I had a good chuckle at 'Crescendo'. I've been known to make up scenarios as I sit through a symphony...so easy to visualize an arrogant conductor and cheeky tympanist at odds with each other....
I love your T13. I had a scrapbook of movie stars too :)
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