An Ode to the Band Room

White brick walls and your curtains of blue
Full of chairs and doodled on music stands too
Three walls are lined with cages to keep our instruments safe when we are away
Soon to have their innards emptied at fourth block the next day.
The floor is all scuffed from our marching band shoes
And a few minny black streamers left over from the plumes.
We would not dare to sit on the ground
Manely because of the exsitence of spit valves.
An abboned, coffee filled pottery mug sits on the counter next to the mirror
While its entirly possible its been there since last year.
Two windows for two offices next to the door
One window filled with letters from the bandies who graduated the year before.
The cupboards are plastered with pictures from trips of the past
Europe, Orlando and Madison bringing us great memories that will last.
While this is just a room at the end of the hall
Its the place to find band kids, the coolest kids of all.


Uber cheesy, but i could not think of anything else to write at the moment. Didn't wanna do a diary thing so yeah. This is unedited, there are parts i don't like but just take it for what it is i guess =p