Musical Menu Poem by Naveed Akram

The orchestra was the menu,
Stuck with noisome guests;
The nonchalant crowd satanically
Called to their heads and minds,
Innovating practices of the sport
We call now entertaining.

This was a parade of some view,
The panorama sent a trillion attempts;
Like the ones who delivered, rejuvenated
From the revolutionary times.

I had to estimate the wrong that
Music brought to mentalities.
One has some form of attire
To mark the occasion.