This week's Poetry Bus Challenge has to do with our early memories of school. On reading Dominic Rivron's poem I was reminded of a one and only performance of a primary school orchestra of which I was a member, our average age was about 5. In limerick form here's the tale of one unfortunate drummer and his teacher.
a music teacher (first grade)
gave instruments out to be played,
one boy banged a drum: TOM! TOM! TOM! ...
bashed holes in the skin with aplomb
until the teacher cried STOP! her nerves frayed
but not to be defeated she fished around in a large box and after some minutes the problem was solved:
the drum was removed from the band
and the answer appeared in her hand
a triangle instead
'now hit it gently' she said
and with a smile she regained her command