Maracas On Crackers

Maracas on Crackers

“…to bated breath, his baton drawn”


Searching for a new sound, the composer sat confused
Music was his food of love, but he couldn’t hear the muse

“A diet of music is called for!”, he thought it a bright idea,
To eat what once he would play, to taste what he needed to hear

So he ate…

Marinated guitar, baby-belles (tubular),
Triangle fritters, double bass pittas,
Haloumi harps, elbow of oboe,
Tambourine jus with violin roux,
Xylophone on the bone, flute en croute,
Trumpets on crumpets, maracas on crackers

He finished his meal with a Swiss glockenspiel,
Washed down with clarinet claret,
And baked drum sticks for percussion toothpicks,
Piano sorbet for cleansing the palette

He strode into the concert hall, to bated breath, his baton drawn,
Then let out one almighty roar, a truly original and gutsy score
A triumphant melodious malodorous,
As never composed before.

Yapparister – April 13


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