Category: Poetry

An acrostic poem. “Marimba,” queried Xylophone, “may I propose a duet?”“Agreed,” Marimba smiled, “but shall we not make it a quartet? Let us get Vibraphone and Glockenspiel participating; Let their bright tinks and our warm clinks together, imitating – Ensembled thus – a starry sky, with twinkling Vibe and Bell To strike a better balance? Plus, they’re easier to spell.” So did their tapping…