Band Room Blitz

Hey mambo
It's a predictable progression
Of majors and minors
Stepping on each other in total transgression

It's a musical clash
Of titanic brass and steel
It's horns agains woodwinds
They're out for blood for real

The brass blats a challenge
Answered en masse with a breathy chord
From a trio in the third row
Six drummers laze in back looking bored

The first chair flutist
Performs a chromatic run
So fast it was impossible to follow
Now a drummer perked up and joined in the fun

Swinging mallets as fast as light
Xylophone mimicked the flutes frantic flight
Driving to the stratosphere
Hammering with all his might

The percussion equipment started smoldering
As the rest if the section joined in as one
So six trumpets turned in their chairs
Blowing supporting notes to put out the fire until it was done

The flute section looked shamed
And played a conciliatory tune
But halfway through finding their mojo
And whipping up a medley of musical ruin

But then everything froze
Hit by the terror of a particular sound
The turning of a doorknob
It's brass mechanism turning round

The conductor entered the room
Seeing everyone silenced in mid note
He climbed his podium
Raised his baton and cleared his throat

"Page two of the overture if you please"
And motioned the entry rhythm
The band shifting gears to keep up
Starting right on time

But there was a glint in everyone's eye
That promised more mayhem
The next time the opportunity arose
And the conductor took a bathroom break again