Trombone Ninja - Poem by P.M. Rocha
The Trombone Ninja prepares to strike
Playing the music he knows you like.
The jazzy sounds that escape his barrel
are as cool as an old Christmas carol.
Beware of his shiny gold trombone
growling as it slides in a radical tone.
He plays for the entire world to hear
that a trombone can be splendid and revered.
So listen close for the sound my friend
the Trombone Ninja will strike again.
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