why does trumpeter’s hair stand on end,
cheeks puffed up – perhaps he pretends?
and why does the boxer, smoking a cigar,
look prissy like plutocrat, canine Tsar?
who is the composer of opened score?
why doesn’t Sunny mark page with paw?
why play brass trumpet while lying in bed?
find other ways to annoy neighbours instead.
purse those lips, give us nothing to fear,
– perhaps you play with imaginative ear?
don’t doodle about, stress codas credible,
tell your bulldog fat cigars aren’t edible.
does mutt accompany with sad woof wail,
create cool draught, back-beat his tail?
oh, by the way, your valves upside down,
you’re just faking it, pink pajamaed clown.
image: Opehlia Redpath