November’s Newsletter

This is a sad little poem from our flautist Stuart.

 When I heard the news I could have cried
   'cause I've always tried
   To be as good as I can be
   So how am I suddenly
   Number One Public Enemy?
   When all that I do is play a tune
   On my flute which must now be mute
   Say scientist in the uni at Bute, USA.

   Who would have thought
   That I would be caught
    By researchers who sought
    To find the most dangerous instrument
    In these Covid 19 times.
    But there is no denying
    A violin wins hands down
    As there is no air
    Blowing around.

    So the thrill of my heart
    Even two meters apart
    Maybe more deadly,
    I cannot deny it.
    No matter how well I play it.


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