Hello All. Half way through poetry month. So far I have made it, though not without a struggle here and there. Today’s prompt was to write a poem based on a favorite piece of music. I chose a piece that we woke up to many a morning.
Carnival of Venice Trumpet Solo
My Hat it has Three Corners
Three Corners has my Hat
And If it had not Three Corners
Then it would not Be my Hat.
Dad’s trumpet woke us up each morning.
He would play this loud and clear.
He’d start us off with the credenza.
It’s the first thing we would hear.
Variation 1
My-a Hat it ha-as Three Co-o-o-orners
Thre-e-e corners ha-as my-a ha-at
And if if it had not thre-e-e- co-o—rners
It-it wou-old not be-e my ha-at
Variation number one the trilling would begin to start
You would Know that he was having fun playing his art
Tiddle-di-la, Tiddle-di-dum you can blame Herbert L Clark
He was the one, after all, who originated this part.
Variation #2
My-y-y Ha-a-at ha-a-as thre-e-e co-o-orn-ers
Thre-e-e co-o-orners ha-a-as my-y ha-a-at.
A-a-and if i-i-it ha-a-ad no-ot thre-e-e co-o-orners,
The-en i-i-it wou-ou-uold no-ot be-e-e my-y ha-at.
Variation number two did double tonguing which made each line a complicated thing.
You Have to Know that he was working hard to do this in the very early morning.
He played this in our entrance hall so the whole house would begin to ring.
But it was everything that we could do to just to try to keep on sleeping.
Variation #3
My-y-i-a ha-a-ata ita ha-ha-has thre-e-e- co-o-o-orners.
Thre-e-e-e Co-o-o-orners ha-ha-has my-a-i ha-a-ata.
A-a-and i-i-if i-i-it ha-ha-had no-o-ot thre-e-e-e co-orners
I-i-it wo-ou-ould no-o-ot be-e-e-my-y-y ha-ha-ha-hat!
The triple tonguing starts with this variation in a way that is so very pizzicato and strange,
That it made you want to roll over except it was way to loud to really make a change,
And there was something that made you want to see if he could make the range
Or if all the triplets and tonguing would make his whole effort just derange
Variation #4
Da-di-ga-Da, Da-di-ga-do, Da-di-ga-di, Da-di-ga-du.
The extra notes, in each line, make it amazing, to get through.
The melody stays strong, through it all, though how, I haven’t a clue,
But as a morning serenade, it was a lot, for him to do.
By now you understand that the song continues to grow.
The complications keep becoming more monumental,
That playing it at all, is a really super human feat,
And not one that you should ever try before you eat.
If you want to hear this piece in the way it should be heard,
The Winton Marsalis version on YouTube is really the word.
We were up by the time it got to this part of the song
So if he said “Son-of-a bitch”, we knew what had gone wrong.
