Three vignettes from the ‘kitchen’ (percussion) department of our local orchestra.
The cymbalist waits for the beat . . .
Here it comes . . . As the metal discs meet
The expulsion of air
Rearranges his hair,
Which once looked so terribly neat.
The trianglist wants to do well,
He’s counting the bars – you can tell.
But a hundred bars’ rest
Is too complex a test,
And he’s just missed his entry. Oh, hell!
The timpanist’s sturdy physique
Boosts his wickedly boisterous technique.
He insists that these wimps
Stay away from his timps;
In the ‘kitchen’, he’s chef de musique!