Ernestine Northover

Veteran Poet - 1,353 Points (25th March 1943)

The Trumpet - Poem by Ernestine Northover

A friend fell and smashed up his teeth and jaw,
And ended up in 'casualty' what's more,
The surgeon came to sew up his damaged face,
And put his teeth and jaw back into place.
He asked the surgeon, if he would be able to play the trumpet,
No problem at all, the surgeon said, superbly, that I can bet.
Oh, how amazing, said my friend, Gosh, I must tell my wife,
Because, I've never ever played a trumpet, in my life.

Comments about The Trumpet by Ernestine Northover

  • (5/2/2008 2:47:00 AM)

    Love it Ernestine, a story akin to the orchestra conductor who was so pissed off with the dreadful rehearsal he said to the players, ' you all played so badly you really should shove your instruments up your backsides.' The only one to smile was the piccolo player... (Report) Reply

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  • (4/4/2006 4:03:00 PM)

    Caught me unexpectedly.This is such fun and really clever.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • (9/7/2005 12:45:00 PM)

    More of your great sense of humor....very nice. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 6, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 2, 2011

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