It was agreed that we should write of flowers ,
So the thought that came to hand,
Was to write of something different;
So I chose The Flowers Band!
They glide in order onto the stage
Horns gleaming in the light;
They take their ordered places,
Sitting left to right
In the corner the percussionist
Trying to hide away;
But everybody knows he’s there,
When the Band begins to play.
The Conductor strides onto the stage
And bows to the gathered throng;
Then turns to get the band to play,
The music for which we long.
Precision rules as from the brass
An awesome sound is sent;
The audience gasp as this great tune
Is to the ether sent.
The sound so pure and rich and deep
Is awesome to behold;
As from this brass filled room,
A tuneful tale is told.
They play for the love of music
Which is seen in all their faces;
And for people the world over,
In a myriad of places.
They come at last to the show’s end,
Their faces all a glitter;
Then straight off down the pub,
For a pint of Flowers Bitter.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 28th, 2026 02:01
- Comment from author about the poem: I have seen The Flowers Brass Band a few times.
- Category: Humor
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Comments6
A fine write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
The rhyme like the music carried me along and I am awaiting a pint of bitters. Good one Andy
I'll buy you a pint soren, see you down the pub.
Andy
That sounds very inviting Andy
lol cheeky here are some virtual flowers 🌺🌹🌺🌹 💐
Most kind Teddy, thank you. LOL
Andy
Could we not agree that was a brass band plus Andy?
And to think if you had not received that prompt from your creative writing group (big assumption there) I might never have heard.... Life can be so fickle, can't it?
Very true Dave, yes it was from a writing group I belonged to.
Andy
Enjoyable read!
Most kind Katie, thank you.
Andy
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