Poor Mrs. Cusick

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Poor Mrs. Cusick, our music instructor,
is holding her head in her hand,
for no one plays banjo, piano, viola,
trombone, or bassoon in the band.

Poor Mrs. Cusick, our music instructor,
is wishing her students played flutes.
She’d love to hear violins, cellos, or mandolins,
clarinets, trumpets, or lutes.

Poor Mrs. Cusick, our music instructor,
just sits by the window and hums.
It seems that we’ve driven her over the edge;
we only play bagpipes and drums.

 — Kenn Nesbitt

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Reading Level: Grade 6

Topics: Music Poems, School Poems

Poetic Techniques: Narrative Poems, Repetition, Rhyme Schemes


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