Tim the Cardboard Cutout - a poem

Discussion in 'Off-Topic Chat' started by Blart Brother, Oct 3, 2013.

  1. Blart Brother

    Blart Brother New Member


    Tim’s a cardboard cutout
    you may have once sat near him
    always turns up faithfully
    but you never ever hear him.

    Tim’s a cardboard cutout,
    his instrument’s his own,
    he tells you it’s the best there is,
    though it’s hardly ever blown.

    Tim’s a cardboard cutout,
    he’s dropped off by his mother,
    and all advice goes in one ear
    and swiftly out the other.

    Tim’s a cardboard cutout
    dim and unaware
    he really thinks he’s done his bit
    just by being there.

    Tim’s a cardboard cutout
    and when the contest ends,
    he’s keen to show his uniform
    to lower section friends.

    Tim’s a cardboard cutout
    he flits from band to band
    But all he does is fill a space
    behind a music stand.

  2. PeterBale

    PeterBale Moderator Staff Member

    Hadleigh, Essex
    Very good :)
  3. bsdunek

    bsdunek New Member

    Michigan, U.S.A.
    I've known a few Tims - and not just in bands.
  4. brassmomma

    brassmomma New Member

    Nice one!!

    (sheepishly admits having done this myself a couple of times - not a nice feeling filling a seat and knowing out of depth - at least I knew though!)
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