This Poem was Submitted By: Marcia McCaslin On Date: 2002-07-04 00:36:54 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Percussion (Revised)

A shy girl at heart, she longed to take part In the band she admired at her school But she couldnít play and she knew of no way To learn how, so she just remained cool She looked at the flute but it didnít quite suit The statement she wanted to make Her dark eyes and hair needed boldness and flair For the path she was destined to take The trumpet was nice but lacking in spice And the saxophone only too blue The clarinet, blah, and the trombones she saw Would make her face funny she knew It happened one day that the song to be played Needed someone to ring the Bell Tree And promptly on cue, the tambourine too And thatís how her part came to be She was such a success, she started to dress In bright reds with a rose in her hair While shaker and claves made musical waves Her maracas were hot in mid-air The girl didnít know she was stealing the show She was simply endowed with pizzazz When the crash cymbals met a new style was set She was turning a march into jazz When Hollywood came with a far bigger game And a plan that she couldnít turn down They gave her a line, and a contract to sign And the good news went all over town The movie, a hitóand her pathway was lit She could hold her head high like a Queen But sometimes at night, her dreaming took flight To the jing of a faint tambourine

Copyright © July 2002 Marcia McCaslin

Additional Notes:
Everything is the same except verse 2. Thanks to the critiques which pointed out this needed to be revised.

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