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A limerick about Peter Erskine

December 29, 2011


There was a jazz drummer named Peter
Whose timekeeping couldn’t be sweeter.
With sticks or with brushes
His playing was luscious
And his band mates weren’t chopped liver eit’er.

Originally published as part of a jazz concert review here.

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From → Light Poetry, Music

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