Old Town Types No. 29 - Miss Trapp, The Music Teacher
"One-and-two-and-three-and-four --
You're playing it by ear, boy! Eyes upon the score!"
Miss Trapp, the music teacher, very prim and staid,
English and respectable, the town's old maid,
Sitting in her "front room," elderly and stern,
While a grubby urchin struggles with the notes he'll never learn.
"One-and-two-and-one-and-two --
You're playing it at random! This will nevah, nevah do!"
No one knew her history or why she settled down
To "Singing and Pianoforte" in our old town;
With her soft voice and grey dress, the folk called her "The Dove;"
And the story somehow got about that she'd been "crossed in love."
And so, her fancied tragedy clothed her in vague romance --
"So well-connected, too, my dear. You'd see that that a glance"...
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Poems by C. J. Dennis