Walk With The (Sean) Wise

My mom got me this shirt for Christmas. I love the reactions I get from people when I wear it. I, myself, laugh at what it suggests. As I'm sure Boromir would put it, "One does not simply play the trombone calmly." On this point, son of Denethor, we agree. The trombone is truly the king of the instruments. The slide makes allowance for amazing feats of musicality that valves just can't handle. On the trombone, the fortes are louder, the fortissimos are explosive, and the pianos are... Wait, what are those? And so, my friends, I give you a choice. You can keep calm, you can play the trombone, or you can do neither. If you're truly daring, you can try to do both. But I don't see that lasting too long.

My friend Jeff has been rather prolific about writing limericks based on Scripture. I've been inspired to do likewise as a jumpstart to my own creativity. Here is my first entirely self-written attempt. Enjoy. My love, kissing you is divine, Like tasting the sweetest of wines! And your fragrances, too - The young girls adore you! Let's rush to your room and recline. (Song of Solomon 1:2-4)