trianon logo Trianon News Extracts from Issue 207 May 2008      page 7

 I would like to thank Trianon for the beautiful bouquet of flowers I received following my recent illness and the many members who have sent me cards and good wishes. Frances Gilson

Lament of an Aging Chorister


In my prime my voice would chime
In tune and on demand
My heart and lungs had power enough
To sing with any band.

Now my voice is getting rough
Phlegm coats the vocal cords
Eyes cannot read notes fast enough
and mind forgets the words

I never had auditions
To get into the flow
I joined for special concerts
And then forgot to go

My weakness went unnoticed
Standing in the centre,
But now I’m at the front there is
No shelter from our mentor


When the Maestro heard me
His look did not bode well
I fear it won’t be long ere he
Tolls me the parting bell
Anon

Authorship is denied but could be attributed to a truly lamentable character granted anonymity by the age discrimination act. However a DNA match of the drool blot on the original manuscript would conclusively prove his culpability.

The following were sent by a member of the Music Committee, whose name, for personal safety reasons, is known only to the Editor.

Why was the piano invented?
So musicians would have somewhere to place their beer glasses.

Why are harps like elderly parents?
Because they are unforgiving and hard to get in and out of cars

What’s an accordion really good for?
Learning how to fold a map.

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