Crumby - The Worst Day of the Year
This is the worst day of the year, fer me, Day 260, DY 1. How come? Easy that, the noise pollution reaches crescendo, both for loud and duration. No, I am not off to the annual OU-TU tussle. That racket would be preferable to what I may be fixing to endure, because the OU-TU tusssle racket only lasts a few hours. This particular racket, now resounding in these parts (8:10 AM), shall last all day, and into the night time, maybe. This noise pollution and racket shall be so loud, so intrusive, that I may easily discern this particular noise pollution even over the racket of the OU-TU tussle on the TV, volume turned up, AC at deep freeze setting.
Yepper, it is Band Day at the Burger Center. Hear them! Yep, the young music scholars are already furiously banging drums, over yonder. Soon, the first discordant blaaaaaaaaaaaaaat of the day shall accompany the furious drum banging. Boom, boom, boom, rat-a-tat, blaaaaaaaaaaaat.
Eventually, all the young music scholars in all the marching bands from these general parts shall have assembled. Each marching band shall have a long turn at: Boom, boom, boom, rat-a-tat, blaaaaaaaaaaaat. Mercy!
Apart from the noise pollution, provided free to everyone within earshot, the purpose of Band Day may be like a contest. Like which band or bands, does the most sensational, boom, boom, boom, rat-a-tat, blaaaaaaaaaaaat.
Having endured many an annual Band Day, personally, I would enjoy a little more variety in the noise pollution. Each Band Day should have a theme. Perhaps, considering political sentiment in the Republic of Tejas, for the next annual Band Day, all the band directors might teach their young music scholars to goose step. They would have a whole year to teach those musically inclined scholars to play instruments and goose step simultaneously. Whoa! I would stick cotton in my ears to see that action, once.
Alternatively, I may not be fixing to endure the annual Band Day noise pollution. I may split the scene. Er. Rayetta, want to go somewhere and look for butterflies and take me?
Yepper, it is Band Day at the Burger Center. Hear them! Yep, the young music scholars are already furiously banging drums, over yonder. Soon, the first discordant blaaaaaaaaaaaaaat of the day shall accompany the furious drum banging. Boom, boom, boom, rat-a-tat, blaaaaaaaaaaaat.
Eventually, all the young music scholars in all the marching bands from these general parts shall have assembled. Each marching band shall have a long turn at: Boom, boom, boom, rat-a-tat, blaaaaaaaaaaaat. Mercy!
Apart from the noise pollution, provided free to everyone within earshot, the purpose of Band Day may be like a contest. Like which band or bands, does the most sensational, boom, boom, boom, rat-a-tat, blaaaaaaaaaaaat.
Having endured many an annual Band Day, personally, I would enjoy a little more variety in the noise pollution. Each Band Day should have a theme. Perhaps, considering political sentiment in the Republic of Tejas, for the next annual Band Day, all the band directors might teach their young music scholars to goose step. They would have a whole year to teach those musically inclined scholars to play instruments and goose step simultaneously. Whoa! I would stick cotton in my ears to see that action, once.
Alternatively, I may not be fixing to endure the annual Band Day noise pollution. I may split the scene. Er. Rayetta, want to go somewhere and look for butterflies and take me?
posted by ray pistrum at Saturday, October 06, 2007
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