In May we started our monthly Newsletters which comprise of articles, poems, jokes and anything else that our members send in. This is a star from the May edition.
Alice’s Adventures with Minehead Community Orchestra
What if Alice were to sip
And find in shrinking she could slip
Down the bell of a trumpet and out of sight
To surprise MCO on a Wednesday night.
Would she find old notes inside
Too flat, too sharp, too long, too wide
Lying abandoned in this brassy maze
Yearning to be included in a four-bar phrase.
She’d chip and chop to make them staccato
Wobble them into a frenzied vibrato
Rasping or gasping she’d gather them all
And release them to bounce off the Exmoor Room wall.
What a joy it would bring to the Wagner or Mozart
If a trumpet was heard playing the first violin part
The conductor and players would clap and cheer
“A virtuoso trumpet is here!”
Wednesday arrives but something’s not right
It’s far too quiet for an orchestra night
So out Alice climbs and with a shout
Cries “Where is everyone? Are you all locked out?”
Fear not for none of this is true
There is no trumpet I promise you
For Alice is in Lockdown with the rest of the nation
Practising her bagpipes in self-isolation.