Trombone Tracy

ImageTracy was a nice sweet gal who loved

to do the slide

with her pink shiny trombone

she did play with pride

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She took her trombone everywhere

that she went

Tracy played it all the time

with or without

consent

She’d forget to comb her

hair and would never

match her clothes

Tracy just was in a hurry

to go and blow her

horn I suppose

One day she was in the street

playing a jazzy tune

She got on some guys nerves

he must have been a goon

Image

 He grabbed Tracy’s trombone

and tied it in a knot

The goon was silencing Tracy’s trombone

so he thought

Tracy just went on home without

a flinch or even a shout

 walked in her room opened her

closet

10 pink trombones fell out

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About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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8 Responses to Trombone Tracy

  1. Apurva says:

    nice! funny and cute 🙂

  2. Cubby says:

    Haha smart girl to have spares in the closet. It sounds like this may not have been the first encounter she has had with a goon. Loved it. Reowr!

  3. Morgan says:

    I enjoyed this very much! 🙂 Very Cute! Thank you for sharing your talent and ocntinuing to inspire me!

  4. ninjafrk77 says:

    That was great! I used to play trombone. It wasn’t pink, though.

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