The Concert The hat, lady tiebrace above my thyroid smile, Convinced that palms of silver pay, my penance for a while. My dutiful Cor Anglais finds a fault within the primate hoots, that once were a blissfilled bubble of fruity notes. ANd a fortunate fly passed by my brow, which hummed to me a productive sigh. Wisty mercy, complete the piece. But don't remember to forget the dire, straight beats of velocity. The groaning Baton taps over gentle cracks, but no turning back will ever change the menace nor the flat tuning.
Taken me a couple of reads over a few hours but Think I got there, sounds a bit like the local orchestra. Ta.
i'd probably make it longer and more specified to the description of the instruments perhaps...and the people playing them...
from that idea of changing it became some episodes i wrote about loads of different musical instruments. i didn't have the heart to change the original...(sorry i seem to write all about me me me meep!)
