Monday, December 07, 2020

The Infomaniac Marching Band

 Introducing the Infomaniac Marching Band...

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17 comments:

  1. "I loooove quick time harch!"

    Jx

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  2. 🎵🎶I looooooooove a parade!!!🎶🎶🎶

    I also hope Norma is up for being the Grand Marshall.....

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    1. There's obviously trouble in River City.

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    2. "That game with the fifteen numbered balls is a devil's tool!"

      Jx

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  3. The two at the back look like they'd be experts at blowing a meat flute.

    P.S. Is the Infomaniac Marching Band affiliated with the Infomaniac Orchestra?

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    1. Certainly none of them has ever played with a hairy triangle. Jx

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    2. The Infomaniac Marching Band was formed by former members of the Infomaniac Orchestra who couldn't sit still for a performance.

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    3. Crabs can do that to you, I believe. Jx

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    4. but all talented in playing the flute.

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  4. They look like they are missing their instruments? Looks like I will have to blow my own trumpet.
    Meanwhile - it has taken me 5 minutes to get past the security screen. Blogger is acting up again.
    Sx

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    1. I hope there aren't problems accessing the blog. I require a sousaphone player and I don't want him/her to have trouble getting through the door.

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  5. Where are their white marching boots with pom-poms? It’s like they are marching naked.

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  6. Who doesn't enjoy a baton now & then?

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  7. Norma dear,

    To twirl with abandon,
    to revel in delight,
    to sail gayly abeam,
    another man's kite.

    To find what is staunch,
    orchestrated jest,
    when purity demands,
    a climax to crest.

    You speak of River City,
    with casual tongue,
    where a gent is a gent,
    no matter how hung.

    The trouble isn't in,
    it's being without!
    One's own baton,
    twirls only in doubt.

    So find ye a major,
    or drum majorette,
    whomever can twaddle,
    your sexual pet.

    For Norma has needs,
    repulsion doth parry,
    The drunk and the desperate,
    are most prone to tarry.

    So keep them in play,
    Thighmaster your thighs,
    cordon their wanderlust,
    dehydrate those guys.

    Their thirst is their virtue,
    and Achille's heel.
    Served best from above,
    with a lemon peel.

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  8. Three wrapped packages, built for speed. I swear to God that man in the middle is Rowan Atkinson. Nobody can convince me otherwise.

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