A poem I wrote for my friend who wanted to be drum major.


Drum Major

Two-four, three-four, four-four too
His Asian arms fling wildly
And although his conducting is new
His expressions stays so mildly

Michael Doronio, the baton master,
Making us all smile
While Mr. Rants is a big dumb hamster
And makes us march a mile.



Poetry by Lilith Harapi
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Written on 2006-06-08 at 07:57

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Zoya Zaidi
What a beautiful rhyme it makes,
Your drum major alright!
I am sure, he immensely liked it,
Your brush with drums and sticks!

***hugs***

Welcome to the bay again Lilith!

Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-06-08