Best Laid Plans Poem by David Wood

Oh, tis was another sad evening,
We went out carol singing.

We went out in the evening grey
But the wind blew my music away.

It was not filled with happy glee
'Twas too dark for the music to see.

All my neighbours had croaky voices,
So we were limited with all our choices.

Then half way through I have to admit
My clarinet reed decided to split.

We sounded like a cats chorus, and I a frog,
And it all became just too hard a slog.

In this comedy of errors we called it a day,
So silently, heads bowed, we slinked away.

We'll go away to improve our technique
And we'll come back, perhaps Christmas week.